Well, hello there pig thingy from the State Fair that is even scarier than a clown. I thought I'd share, so we could all have nightmares together. No really, you can thank me later.
Okay, I better make this quick. It's been storming on and off for the last 47 years, or something like that and another one is rolling through. So, I'm just going to make this a quickie and be all random and if you're not satisfied when it's over, you'll just have to finish yourself off with some other blogs or maybe even actually read a book. Yeah, whatever.
You know, I haven't talked about food in a while. I'm at that point in the Summer where I feel like I should eat corn on the cob and fresh tomatoes every meal, because the good stuff is almost all gone. This hot guy who looked like he was easily in his mid-thirties came over to me at the grocery store while I was checking out the corn and said he figured we were already about two weeks over the good stuff and I had to agree. Then I got scared and left abruptly. I'm really suave that way. Tomatoes, on the other hand, are still awesome and crazy. I feel bad, because I no longer have anyone to give the extra ones we have and I hate to see them go to waste. We've been eating a lot BLT's, but how many can one family eat? I think we're about to find out really soon here.
I'm going over to check out our tomato situation tomorrow. My friend K. sacrificed her adorable little ankle to the Foxhead stairs the other night and won't be able to hobble down to the garden for quite some time, I fear. I did tell her that if she wanted anything to call me - even if she was just sitting on her couch with her foot up watching really bad TV and decided she needed ice cream - like we all do. I would totally make a run for her. I just hope she doesn't get that urge at 3 am, because that would make for another long, cranky Friday for me. I'd still do it though, because I've never made an offer that I haven't followed through on.
My sister and brother-in-law and their children stopped by on Sunday afternoon and took us out for lunch. They celebrated their 7th wedding anniversary the night before and thought it was really funny to give us WAY too much detail, WAY too often about just how they celebrated. Sure, they used a lot of innuendo, but my girls are at an age where they understand it, which I think made it even funnier for my brother-in-law. When my sister told me they split a bottle of wine for dinner and got a little tipsy, I asked who drove. To which my brother-in-law answered, "We both did...At different times, of course." A big Ewww, was had by all.
After lunch, we went back to my place and played one of my favorite games. I have tons of music on my computer and what do you do with it all, besides listen to it? You play Name that Tune, is what you do. I have TV show theme songs and stuff too, we had to identify the show and the year(s). The only drag, is that my brother-in-law was a DJ at an oldies station for most of his adult life, so he kicked it up a notch. He could even tell us how many minutes each song ran, off the top of his head. Apparently, he has several talents.