a San Diego bay race tradition, I notice half way up the
point another front yard that’s all Mesembryanthemum, 2010.
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Himself: Said we were going sink and paint chip shopping today.
Herself: Not organized at all.
Gratitude: My enchiladas and beans were good, the desert was scrumptious. Oh! Yes! One never knows what’s going to happen.
I, who used to serve dinner for up to twenty folks every night, barely got in under the wire with a dinner for four though I started at noon. Among the other amusements, we had to go to the store twice, and I had to walk back over once all on my own. Forgetfulness was us. Should I confess to this? It’s a good thing I saved the email telling me what she would eat and not eat. She didn’t eat red meat. Only when I got the can of Costco beans open did I discover that they were 2% lard.
That wouldn’t do.
While I was at the store picking up no fat beans, and they did taste pretty darned good with the addition of sour cream and minced green onions, I grabbed a jar of chocolate sauce. Chocolate chip cake with real whipped cream and chocolate sauce is to die for…. not get thin over. Ah well.
Enchilada’s, beans, tossed green salad that she brought and desert necessitated moving all the furniture in the living room to seat four at the table. The glasses and dessert plates needed soap and water. The freshly washed dishes I was going to use wouldn’t work because I could find only one of the brilliantly multi-colored placemats. At least the brown dishes and silver were clean. Brown is not gay and colorful.
We all had fun. They liked the house….a first visit, we will bring MB along next time….tho she can’t eat all that sugar, and we made plans to laugh again. I laughed at the mess this morning then laughed to think that maybe we should have someone else over to help eat the leftovers.
Laughter is such functional stuff.