Another one bites the dust

We are all together and went out to enjoy what turned out to be a fabulous dinner at an italian restaurant. we all ate way too much and loved every minute of it. As the food coma took over our bodies our ability to think clearly and the will to stand up, it happend. I think most people can either nap it off or something, but not me. as i start to learn the warning signs of empending drool, i still sometimes can't recall the activities prior. This time i did. It might have been the sensory overload due to the trip down memory lane of all the wonderful pictures Robyn has managed to conjure up, maybe the food, maybe exhaustion from the happy stress of us three oldest being together. My sentences become slurred as a sixty year hobo looking another score. My twitches return and of course my aches and pains. I then remember sitting back listening to coined phrases from a fun game we got intoduced to in Ohio when we visited Roby and K man and J. I actually understood what was being said and managed to slide somewhat coherintly an answer or two. I thank God for the ability to enjoy this time with my two older sises. In my mind, Another one bites the dust.