Posted by Loulou on Sep 27, 2013 | 0 comments

I’M NOT INVITED….

So mama writes her wonderful aunts in Arkansas and says, “NO FRILLS, PLEASE!” Which means, let’s just kick back and talk about all the news and hear about all the kids and grandkids and GREAT grandkids (yes, there are actually some of those) and we’ll just have a glass of wine together and catch up.

And what do these aunts do?

Well, being who they are, masters of hospitality and fun, they say to mama, “We’re just having a little family gathering for you two at my daughter’s house”, which means that amazing daughter will probably create an oil painting, a portrait of mama and papa and hang it over the mantel along with hand-made multi-colored piñatas filled with papa’s favorite See’s candies or mama’s favorite cheeses and the table will make Martha Stewart wish she had gone into elk-hide chewing and there will be barbeque from David’s in Magnolia (now I really wish I were there!) and everyone will be so loving and wonderful, even with bad backs and health troubles and thousands of things to do besides have a party for mama and papa, but they will anyway.

That’s Arkansas. That’s Magnolia. That’s that wacko family who have so much fun just being who they are that it’s infectious and stimulating to anyone in their company and mama and papa will be really glad that no one paid attention to their plea.

Which is unlike me—when I ‘plea’, I want some response!!! As in “feed me” as in “NOW!”

Well, have a ball, you two, or rather you dozen or however many will turn up.

You never know.

WHERE’S THE BARBEQU? WE CAN’T STAND OUT HERE ALL DAY!