Thursday, January 26, 2006

Breaking news

There has been a very strange phenomenon taking place in our household. For some reason B and I have broken more glasses (drinking glasses) in the past 6 months than in the previous 50+ years of our lives combined. When we got married we had 12 tumblers (6 tall and 6 short), 8 mugs and 8 juice glasses. We now have broken ALL 6 short tumblers, 2 tall tumblers, 1 mug and 1 juice glass. That's 10 glasses kids. Amazing. Just to curtail any preemptive qualms regarding the circumstances of the breakage . . . no, none of these have been broken during any sort of argument, squabble, fight, etc. Just plain ol' clumsiness. Although I was the first one to break a glass, B then broke the next 4. So I kinda thought B was being a little bit of a butterfingers and needed to be more careful. Well, as it turns out I've been responsible for the last 5 broken glasses. First, I broke 2 in one day. Then last night, as sort of a grand finale of glass breaking, I was able to shatter 3 glasses in one fell swoop. So yeah. We break a lot of glasses here. Watch out.

Now I'm going to cover our first weekend getaway. Like many of you, we had Martin Luther King Jr. Day off last Monday and decided to make the most of it. We took a bus to Boston. It was just Sunday evening to Monday night, so it was a short overnighter but good times were had by all. We stayed at a quaint lil bed and breakfast. It was cute. Props to my hubby for that one.

In the morning we decided to walk the ever popular Freedom Trail. Which is a self guided tour you take through the city by following a red line painted on the streets and sidewalk that goes all over town. Then we decided to stop for lunch in the north part of town where all the best Italian places were. Then in the afternoon we made our way to some street known for it's amazing shopping. By the way it's important to note, that it was very, very cold out that day. About 15 degrees with a -7 wind chill factor. That's artic as far as I'm concerned.

Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name . . .

Typical. . . B's always ready for a swig.


We wanted to get a pic of B in front of the oldest tavern in America "Bell in Hand" . . . so I make sure to position him right in front of the date. Good Job Ames. The year was 1760 something or other.


This was some cemetery in the middle of the city with some very cool old gravestones.

This is a close up of a couple of gravestones. Interesting little skull-angel thing with a cute cross bones halo they've got going on.


B posing as Ben Franklin.


Migs posing as Paul Revere.

Inside the Old North Church the pews are divided into separate compartments for each family. So that's B in our make-believe church cubby. (Seriously though, maybe we should have someone from the church look into this . . . I know there are some kids in our ward who could stand to be corralled into their own little pen).

Finally, Paul Revere's house . . . and his blue Toyota.

No one's home at the Revere household. Maybe next time.


Well that was Boston. We didn't get pics of the Italian place we ate at, or of the canolies from the ever popular Mike's Pastry. And we didn't get pics of the shopping district (or of our hot new jeans) but I think you get the idea. Despite the bitter cold, I really love Boston. I'm excited to go again when the threat of frost bite has subsided. I would even go as far as to say it's one of my favorite cities in the US. Thanks for tuning in.

Hugs,
The Management

1 comment:

  1. dude... nice job in boston. my favorite was the tavern from 1760 or something.

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