
It's the first bi-weekly mid-week potluck get together without Lizette.
As we are sitting here in Britta and Nancy's magic garden, eating our favorite childhood foods, Bones licking every one's feet, Norton chomping away on some Swiss chard, the Sierra Madre "squirrels" chomping away on the living room furniture, coyotes howling in the hills...
we are wondering if you, Lizette, may already have started forgetting about us?
So, we devised this little test to test your true devotion to us.
Each one of us will write one sentence and you will have to guess who's here tonight and who's who.
Here we go:
1) Mmmh, Christmas Jew. If only it were Christmas...
2) I didn't bring my own childhood favorite food but I brought Britta's favorite dish: myself!
3) Burning Man would have been better if we had pickles!
4) There's no drum n bass on this computer. None!! What's up with that?
5) OH.MY.GOD. You are such a good embellisher.
6) You are not my type either.
7) Whoa! Something happened!
8) Ibi mibiss yibou.
9) I didn't bring my own childhood favorite food but I brought Lizette's favorite dish...!