Today was an EVENTFUL day (more like the last 2 days). So I have a lot to write, so I will do it as a story.......
A long time ago (about 2 days ago), a family went of strange adventure,that took time and effort. But then once we got to Granny's, it was all easy. The airport was fine, no long lines (what do you expect at 10:00 at night, a line the size of a wooly mammoth). We flew Lufthansa, and boy, was that some mistake. The pilot was a good of a driver as the ones in front of my mom while she's driving, and thus teaching me how to swear. It was moving like me in Grease. I was able to get a couple of hours of sleep, but then it got worse. We were about an hour out, when me and Sarah (sorry for all you English teachers. 'Wink, wink' mom. I meant Sarah and I) started to get sick. And not the good kind when you get to miss school with a cold, but we were hurling into bags every 20 minutes. And boy, did our row STINK!!! Finally, we got off the plane and went into Frankfurt, and it was pretty good put aside the nightmares that have happened there. We got ice cream (I'm fine), and walked around. After that we came back to the airport to get on a flight to South Africa. We got there early (shocker) and now I'm in the gate waiting and typing. Lets hope this story ends with a happily ever after and not a bunch of hurl bags.
Shalom Alyechem
(Hebrew)
Benny
P.S.
Grandpa Michael, I can't wait to see your new character.
Morty here . . . And I am totally unprepared for all the information the two of you have shared, much less with proper characters to highlight my comments. I do have feelers out and fully expect to be up and running shortly.
ReplyDeleteMost important, tell me about your "hurling". Did you go for distance or volume? Did your Dad participate? What was the consistancy . . .
creamy or chunky? I so wish i could have been there.
I am also writing to Max so maybe I could share some of these thoughts with him, especially about the hurling.
Anyway, as you know, I have had a great deal of experience with wild animals, not the least of which have been some of my ex-wives. More on that later.
Good news! I have finally made contact with a true authority on deepest, darkest Africa. My friend Clyde Shlimovitz Beatty was a world renowned wild animal trainer in the Hanson Brothers Circus. He met with an unfortunate end some time ago when he and his wife, Myrtle Shlepper, were accidentally eaten by a hungry pygmy. But not before he imparted to me a great deal of African lore which I fully intend to share with you guys.
Now I'm ready. Let the games begin.