And they said it couldn't be done!
Well, we did it. The gathering went off without too much of a hitch and without any major blowouts or too much trauma. Almost 'nuff said right there. Whew!
The photo is of the four "original" Frantsen siblings: Polly, Scott, Marsha, Dan. Oh, and the youngest addition, Dallas Rose, who is Dan's granddaughter and the others' great niece and a perfect little Rosebud of a baby.
The weather was PERFECT; cool and dry for mid-July in MO...until, of course, it poured rain harder than I have seen in years on party night, forcing about 30 of us, 2 cats, and 4 dogs indoors. Yikes. But that's where the music was anyway, so no biggee.
My major personal contribution to peace-keeping was not slapping the shit out of Dan several times. Yay, me! Yay, him, for his own type of restraint through most of it. Family history. You don't need to know it all.
Suffice it to say, the entire clan had the time of our lives. To quote a nephew: "This has been the most fun I've had in a single week in my whole life." How cool is that?
Group picture to come. I'll pull together a photo CD for everyone, along with a list of contact/personal info, and off we go into the wild blue yonder of family connections.
My good friend Mike gave me a night away from the madness/fun with a great chat and a couple of stiff drinks. Thanks, mm! (My good intentions really were to pick up that tab; sorry. Next time, I promise.)
Polly and I drove home straight through, even though we and the dogs were dog tired. Everything had worked; we were happy. Until I chipped a huge chunk out of a front tooth on the drive home. Shit. Now to the dentist. There's always something. At least it's only my problem to deal with.
Glad we did it; glad everyone had a blast; glad to be home. And so it goes with family reunions. I guess. At least this first time.
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