Jim went to his Mom's house to do a bunch of projects she wanted done before we left town. He took the cats with him so that the linoleum guy could make flooring repairs without the cats all up in his business or trying to escape every 5 minutes. $75.00 the linoleum is done. I called Jim to see if he wanted me to pickup the cats. I could tell he was having a bad day, he replied in that slow motion angered-annoyed voice, "That would be great, if you were going to tell me that something else went wrong, I was going to instruct you to get the dog, turn the gas on and leave the RV." POOF. Apparently all of his projects weren't working out quite right. I went to his mom's, helped with a few projects, ate all of her junk food and then went home to prepare for company.
Kevin called me the other day because he missed our farewell party. I knew I had the wrong email for him but I knew Bruce's was fine. Their invitation was sent to both emails but never received so tonight we had Bruce, Kevin, Mike and Dave over for dinner. Nothing fancy (how fancy can it be in a trailer park?) Some burgers and good company.
I went to Publix, and picked up a sale flyer to have on hand for grocery shopping. So Jim decided to look through it and spotted a recipe for "Beanie Weenie Pizza" which is pizza with baked beans, hot dogs and other stuff on it. Sounds gross, but that's not what's funny about it. There's a suggested wine notation. "A crisp, light-bodied Australian white wine such as Alice White Chardonnay, which has tropical fruit flavors..." So I envisioned Jim outside the RV, me inside preparing the pizza and screaming out the window, "Jim, c'mon in this here trailer, your Beanie Weenie pizza is gittin' cold, and the wine is gittin' too warm." Picture it, you may laugh. I guess if I run out of material, I'll pick up a Publix ad.
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