We were at dinner tonight with long friends, the Baileys. (I don't refer to anyone as "old," duh...
and I'm pretty sure I'm older than at least one of them.)
So good to see them.
Bug was not his charming self at all and fell asleep at the table. Bring on the Airborne.
But here is a snippet snapshot of conversation:
Mrs. Bailey, asking about the fishing trip this morning, remarking how cold and rainy it was:
"Did you catch p-monia?"
Bean: "I catched 2 fish."