And as I cleaned.
And as I fed my flowers.
It kept playing over in my head, droning on like Obama’s many attempts at singing. Help me Founding Fathers, make it stop!
“Tonight we’re gonna party like is 1789.”
How would one party like it’s 1789? Group quilting, butter churning and tossing back a draft of hard cider (men only, sorry Colonial women. It’s tea for you) while chatting about the following:
- The pros and cons of smacking on wooden teeth.
- Ten easy ways to motivate your slaves
- Back pain from chopping wood to build houses and then having to chop more wood for furniture. There had to be an easier way.
None of that late 1700’s chatter was happening here. Last weekend was abundant with fun activities, except for the vacuuming, formally known as rug beating. I tried to keep my balance every step of the way while appreciating this awesome America we are blessed to live in.
Oh, and before I forget. My favorite Abe quote hangs in our fourth grade class every February, and after five years, I have memorized it.
-- Abraham Lincoln
Cheers to Abe (a little late), clink!