While the pressure is on to post a recap of our reunion last week - I find myself saying "what just happened?!!". Another month to remember would help - but here goes.
This year, the Sara(h)'s and DeeLite were accompanied by all the rest with The Dude leading the pack and the Latin Americans pulling up the rear. Needless to say - we all died trying to get in our daily 3 - not to mention our daily 'personality enhancements' wherever we could - on the boat, on the dock, at the pub, in the kitchen, on the dance floor...
We leave - weary eyed, soggy, lacking social skills, bloated, showing signs of TMJ from laughing so hard, searching for song #280, parched for another several Adirondack margs, craving scones from the Price Chopper, waiting to see if the Dude n Jane make the cut on Dancing with the Stars and who the "Star" will be, anxious for the next book to be called "The SaraFoster Lifestyle Handbook" so we can buy a case of 'em, wondering if Hank has recovered from his meltdown and overall - dying to return while Peter still has dish duty.
We cannot be more grateful and leave everyone with words for the wise..."DON'T FEED THE ANIMALS"!!
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