One of the first moments that I can clearly recollect took place in this very room, just across the bridge from New Hope, PA. It involved sipping on a Shirley Temple and doodling with a fresh box of Crayola 8ct. crayons while on a roadtrip with my big-hearted grandparents—a.k.a. “Franny” and (dearly missed) “Poppy”
andrewromano:

Recommended: The Boat House Bar, Lambertville, N.J.

One of the first moments that I can clearly recollect took place in this very room, just across the bridge from New Hope, PA. It involved sipping on a Shirley Temple and doodling with a fresh box of Crayola 8ct. crayons while on a roadtrip with my big-hearted grandparents—a.k.a. “Franny” and (dearly missed) “Poppy

andrewromano:

Recommended: The Boat House Bar, Lambertville, N.J.

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I had intended to concoct an impressive yarn – involving a hobo and a lacrosse stick and/or canoe paddle – that demonstrated my intrinsic bravery and moxie and which culminated with a plucky one-liner to the tune of “if you think this nosebleed looks bad, you should have seen the other person”… but alas, it would have been so far-fetched and altogether unrealistic that nobunny in their right mind would have been convinced.
Long story short, I’m a klutz. Oliverpup was alarmed. Wegmans employees were disgusted. End of story.
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I had intended to concoct an impressive yarn – involving a hobo and a lacrosse stick and/or canoe paddle – that demonstrated my intrinsic bravery and moxie and which culminated with a plucky one-liner to the tune of “if you think this nosebleed looks bad, you should have seen the other person”… but alas, it would have been so far-fetched and altogether unrealistic that nobunny in their right mind would have been convinced.

Long story short, I’m a klutz. Oliverpup was alarmed. Wegmans employees were disgusted. End of story.

(via jaimebrand)