So back to the beach cabin. One of the many treasures discovered in the garage was a box of spray-painted letters.
No one had any recollection what the letters originally spelled or where they actually came from (though it can be assumed they were a SUPER deal), so we took a few stabs at it. The rule was we needed to use all the letters and the apostrophe/comma, though I think we left the apostrocomma out of a couple of these.
And my personal favorite:
Or maybe this one is.
I love thinking some housewife spent her whole day spray painting and cutting out these letters then lovingly arranging them on the front yard so that when her doting husband came home from work, he’d know his darling was, indeed, home.
Anyway, this is the what I love so much about our family’s cabin. You go up there with nothing more than some old clothes and grubby shoes and no solid plans, and then you spend an entire day rearranging gigantic letters on the patio while the guys have a heated debate about whether or not to keep the 5,000 pink carpet squares in the garage. Maybe that afternoon you crash the wedding party at the club across the street (yes, my family* has really done that). That evening you dance with your kids dance to the same Mickey Mouse Disco Club record (yes, RECORD on an actual record player) that you used to disco to. And you go home feeling like the richest person in the world.
Back to the letters. If you can come up with a logical, believable phrase that these letters make, I will give you a fabulous prize. Like maybe my recipe for peanut butter chip brownies. Or my wedding ring.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Summer vegetable torta, which was fabulous but I would not wish the recipe on my worst enemy
*See asterik from yesterday’s post