After asking repeatedly when they'd be home, and being assured repeatedly that they'd be back on the 5th, imagine my delight when Clint and Max showed up unexpectedly at 12:30 am on the 4th. And then, surprise, Drew showed up at 6pm.
ON THE 4TH.
Clint with his new glasses, Drew wearing the shirt I bought him for Christmas, Max with a Kinder Surprise on his lips, and Andrew, over for Friday Night Pizza.![Posted by Picasa](http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif)
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My house, which had been quiet for 10 days, had noise in it once again.
"Which one, the Nikon or the Canon"? Clint asks while eating a piece of Cheese Only pizza.
"You buying a camera?" Max asks.
"For the church. I'll take it to Africa with me. I've got a $2500 budget."
"You should get $2500 worth of Cream Soda." Max suggests as he takes a sip from his can of Cream Soda.
"How big would a $2500 can be?"
"It'd have to be delivered by a semi... back er up, here ... beep, beep, beep..."
"It'd take two of us, and a huge crowbar to pull back the tab ... image the pssshhwah sound ... what it'd been shook up first? A volcanic explosion of cream soda fizz ..."
"How would we'd pour it? Maybe just dump it out? Into a gym or something ...?"
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This is what I've been waiting for. Deep, meaningful, rich, thoughtful, riveting conversation.
Ten minutes later, with much regret, I left.
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