Greetings from Pittsboro! As some of you might know, Pat and I have made our escape from the suburban sprawl of North Atlanta and have relocated to a quirky little town in North Carolina called Pittsboro. We are about 20 miles from Chapel Hill down the infamous highway 15-501. I decided to start a blog to keep everyone up-to-date on our adventures in the "Pitt", as we fondly refer to our new haven.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Chest Incident
As most of you know we have a very elegant dining experience on Christmas Eve. The meat and lobster, the Christmas china, the champagne, the candles, the fine wine, the magic......Well, right in the middle of this year's dinner the leg on my Mother's antique chest slipped and the chest fell toward Kristy; lamp crashing on the floor, candles and wax flying everywhere, flames flying on Kristy's back, yelling, screaming, sheer pandemonium. But do not worry, Santa brought Kristy "mighty putty" in her stocking and Brinkley is using it to fix all the broken things. Now I know that those of you who have attended this event before are ever so sorry that you missed this one. If only you had taken us up on the invitation to come to the "Pitt" you too could have taken part in this Christmas happening.
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