Gosh. That's really all there is to say about Lady V's father's birthday bash. It will likely take a lifetime--ages, Marjorie!--to fully process the events of these days. So for now just a little photo essay.
The proud father sees his daughter's intellectual progeny for the first time. Little does he know what it contains...
Obviously the author was forced to seek refuge under the coffee table...
This was about the time Lady V muttered, in utter seriousness, "Kill the man child!"
Gosh.
Gosh.
Gosh...
But of course we all came out looking absolutely fantastic, maintaining the highest standards at all times.
3 comments:
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. CAN'T BEAR IT. WON'T STAND FOR IT.
You can see now why I never take anyone home to see my family...
Pretty much summarizes it all... EPIC!!!!!!
Err.. could I have the rules of the game with the baby in the middle?
is that to be played in the bucolic Vermont?
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