In principal, the lunch special sounded good—turnip greens, corn bread, fried okra, meatloaf. In fact, however, I couldn't eat any of it. Even the turnip greens, which I didn't think you could wreck, were so much worse than the ones I cooked the other night. The only thing I really liked was the waitress's eye makeup. The Snake Doctor ate his fried chicken and his cake, but probably more because he was starving after having to fast for a blood test.
The place, called the Stampede, is always crowded. Me, I would think they'd all stampede on out of there.
Honey, between them dawgs and that there meal, you sure sound a lot less than your usual self.
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ReplyDeleteMy darling daughter does not understand why I have to spend so much time preparing for these trips.
Let's see: Pay the bills for three separate establishments. Arrange for the care of the store and apartment in our absence. Take all the paperwork pertaining to everything I might need to reference over the next four weeks.
Go to the storage lockers and get suitcases. Pay for the storage lockers. Hide the guns and the jewelry. Get the traveling cat home, cat pan, cat food, cat dishes and cat ready to go.
Clean the house. Clean the car. Clean the clothes.
Pack up the cameras. Pack up the three separate cell phones, the blue tooth and their respective charging units. Pack the tape recorder, the computer, and the printer.
Water the plants. Put clorox on the mold in the appliances and shower.
Pack the vitamins, the clothes, the sundries, the coats.
Oh yes... take down the two thirteen foot Christmas trees and spent half the day cleaning up the pine needles.
Somewhere, some happy person's only worry is where she can get some decent collards and does she have enough beer that the dogs' schenanigans won't vex her too much.
Sigh.
Then, there's the meatloaf. Swelp me, that looks like fresh blood on that meatloaf. But there's always hush puppies n' beer.
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