Robbie Burns
Tonight is our annual Robbie Burns party, and for the first time, our kids won't be here to celebrate with us. Jamie has to work, Alan is performing at "The Battle of the Bands", and Iris is going to be there to represent the family, since Joe and I can't very well blow off our guests. We tried to re-schedued Robbie Burns night, but it didn't work out.
As I write this at the computer table in the kitchen, there are four very large haggises (haggi?) looking at me with soulful and accusing eyes. They know they're about to be plopped into a big pot, and are well aware that I will be the one 'trenching their gushing entrails bright like onie ditch'. A sad ending for the Chieftains of the puddin' race. But a noble one.
9:13:32 AM 
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