We were driving around this sad little neighborhood. Dusty, dismal and depressing. Broken chainlink fences. Dirt filled planters. Plywood ominously posted over windows. We were looking for Garage Sales, and we were all slightly car sick. When we passed a paper sign taped to a tree, we decided it was time to leave. As we raced up the side streets, we passed what seemed to be a roundabout. It was laden with scraggly little plants, and was about two feet across. Sean looked at it for a second and then said in a cockney accent.
"Well, it's like a little piece of England, innit?"
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- I am not married (Hence the Miss) and I like being called Pip by my parents (Hence Pip).
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The Tea That I'm Drinking...
This is redundant. I am always drinking Yorkshire Gold. In this house we have to order it in bulk, because we (I) go through so much. It is the best and I swear it tastes like gold and bread.
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Io am writing this with my grandma iPhone. So sorry in advance for the mistakes :). This post (also read from her iphone) is freaking hilarious!!! I sat there forever rereading seans clever punch line in an accent roughly derived from Eliza Doolittle from my fair lady. Picturing you all in a car (the bus right?) slightly cranky, somewhat sweaty, and completely ready to go home. And Megan
wanting a coffee. Because some times you just need one ;). Anyways great post. I am getting ready to go see the pearl harbor memorial. Got to go.
Demi
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