Schelde’s broccoli and cheddar soup couldn’t be enjoyed more than with the company of a few good men.  We were discussing what constitutes a government, how one goes about getting recognized as a goverment, and then the conversation just catappulted into taking over Antarctica and claiming it to be our own.  Tom wondered about history, and how the truth is ever really determined, and Rob suggested when a majority of the people (read: appointed experts) found a “truth” they could agree upon.
Rue laughed and came up with intricate battle tactics to which at this moment, I still can’t follow, and Tyler and I exchanged quirky smiles over our soup.  But when Rob tossed a specific idea on the table, I know I wasn’t the only one laughing hard enough to choke.  But I loved it.

It was decided that we shall make up our own history on Wikipedia and hope that enough people will read it and assume it is actuality.  I can’t wait until some poor kid writes a book report on the history of Antarctica and while his teacher’s flipping desperately through her book, he’s grinning, “Look what I learned, Mom!”

An accurate and just record, I say.
We’re taking our own happiness and running away with it.
Any takers?