There will be an August affair at our place, 5:30 on August 5th. Be sure and bring your swim suit, and a dish to pass. $20/couple to cover the steaks, which will be yummy. We're getting them at Super Walmart! RSVP. Love Dick and Angie!, see you there.
PS we'll have our video of our Las Vegas trip too! We can't wait for you to see it.
"August affair, my ass!" John squawked . "She's just trying to put on the ritz again. That Angie attempts it every single year! The gall of her charging for steaks. Unbelievable I'm not going this time.
"John, Dear, you said that last year and you went and had a marvelous time, or at least you enjoyed the booze.. You know you did!" retorted Millie
"Did NOT! And we had to bring our own beer." John flung back.
And over at the Dawson's house, here was the upshot of the opening of that envelope emblazoned with pink flamingos.
"Oh my God! They're holding another one of their unbearable parties. Is this going to be something we need to endure the rest of our lives?" was how Paul barked out his complaint.
"Well, at least it's only in August they have their affair," Steph tried to enthuse, as Paul rolled his eyes and grabbed a beer from the back of the fridge.
"You know I cannot abide that biddy! And Dick, well, his mother gave him the right name, that's for sure!" was all that Larry had to say to Midge, after he had glanced at the pink card laying on the counter.
Midge shot a look at him, wrenched her neck toward the two boys eating chips at the counter, and slammed down the pan on the counter next to the invitation.
Down at the corner house where the Gregorskis reside, Ginny is the one who breaks into hysterical shrieks after viewing the invitation.
"Are you laughing at some joke, or crying over some tragedy?" questioned Bill.
Tossing him the flamingo card, Ginny convulsed, "I don't know. Should I laugh or cry? What is with these people? They invite the whole neighborhood each year, everyone goes, has a excruciating time listening to those two, watch their video, endures those brats of theirs, and then they ignore us the rest of the year."
August 6th, everyone slept in! Angie and Dick's last words were "see you next year!"


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I am putin on a little somethin at my place next weekend, but I need $25 for steaks. Gas prices are driving everything up ya know.
You gotta love "And Dick, well, his mother gave him the right name."
The ps on the invite would keep anyone I've ever known from going.