Maybe you weren’t, but I was.

14 10 2004

Speaking of Neverland, I’m heading to Tyler tomorrow for a girls’ weekend.

What does a girls’ weekend have to do with Neverland? Good question. It’s really a political matter. (Okay, it isn’t, but this is as close as I’ll get to discussing politics in this journal.) As Peter explained to Wendy, the children who fall out of their perambulators and aren’t claimed for seven days are sent away “to defray expenses.” When she asked if there were girls among them, he answered, “Oh no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their prams.”

Supposing girls weren’t so clever, the ladies I’ll be with are just the sort who would have become the female versions of the lost boys. I’ve mentioned them before in this journal. They’re all former college pals of mine, married with children, pillars in their communities, complete lunatics.

I imagine we’ll laugh a lot. We may cry, too. These are Kingdom friends. No masks required.

So, I’m off. Second to the right, and then straight on till morning. If you see a shooting star, listen for my hullo.


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8 responses

18 10 2004
Anonymous

wishing i were part o’ the gang

Hi Jeanne!

I wish I could be a part of your retreat! Belch some bellowing laughs for me, will ya?

Mary in Francy-pants land

18 10 2004
Anonymous

wishing i were part o’ the gang

Hi Jeanne!

I wish I could be a part of your retreat! Belch some bellowing laughs for me, will ya?

Mary in Francy-pants land

18 10 2004
jeannedamoff

Re: wishing i were part o’ the gang

Ah, Mary! You would have fit in like a petit chou in le jardin. I wish you could have come, too.

As for belching, whether it be laughs or otherwise, I’m far too proper. Okay, I’m not. But I should be. Actually, I sat down to play a song on the piano a few minutes ago, and right when I was supposed to start singing, I burped. Then I laughed. I’m so easily amused.

Your maturest friend,
Jeanne Amelie

18 10 2004
jeannedamoff

Re: wishing i were part o’ the gang

Ah, Mary! You would have fit in like a petit chou in le jardin. I wish you could have come, too.

As for belching, whether it be laughs or otherwise, I’m far too proper. Okay, I’m not. But I should be. Actually, I sat down to play a song on the piano a few minutes ago, and right when I was supposed to start singing, I burped. Then I laughed. I’m so easily amused.

Your maturest friend,
Jeanne Amelie

19 10 2004
Anonymous

Re: wishing i were part o’ the gang

You ARE my most amusing friend, Jeanne! I love that you burp songs! You should make a recording. Or you could brand yourself “the burping worship leader,” or something like that.

Thanks for making funny posts on my blog. You made me LOL.

mary

19 10 2004
Anonymous

Re: wishing i were part o’ the gang

You ARE my most amusing friend, Jeanne! I love that you burp songs! You should make a recording. Or you could brand yourself “the burping worship leader,” or something like that.

Thanks for making funny posts on my blog. You made me LOL.

mary

20 10 2004
jeannedamoff

Re: wishing i were part o’ the gang

You overestimate my talents, cherie. I didn’t burp the whole song (though I have heard people do that). It was a much simpler scenario. I played the intro, opened my mouth to sing, burped instead, laughed, and then started over.

You’re welcome for the comments. I’m glad you enjoy them.

xoxo

20 10 2004
jeannedamoff

Re: wishing i were part o’ the gang

You overestimate my talents, cherie. I didn’t burp the whole song (though I have heard people do that). It was a much simpler scenario. I played the intro, opened my mouth to sing, burped instead, laughed, and then started over.

You’re welcome for the comments. I’m glad you enjoy them.

xoxo

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