Wasting time on very trivial matters since at least 2007 - that's me!
Larry came home Saturday, which meant I had to hurry up and finish my project of cleaning out our bedroom of all the junk that has piled up there. Turns out you can be married to someone for a very long time (26 years, say) before you realize they are completely incapable of throwing out old papers and checkbooks. I'm not saying there was too much stuff to take care of, but I did manage to overheat our shredder. Several times.
|Oozing cranberries give it a|
sort of crime scene vibe,
don't you think?
"Hey," I asked my recently returned beloved, "have you ALWAYS cut up your spaghetti like that?"
Larry looked startled. "Um, yes...no...sometimes?" he said. "I hadn't really thought about it. I guess so?"
26 years, people - and I had no idea. I'm sure we will find a way to hold our marriage together despite our pasta-eating differences, but this discovery was a shock, I'll tell you that. Strangers, that's what we are - utter strangers.
Anywhoo, he SAYS he likes the new slipcovers. I'll never really know, because we've already paid for them and used them, so Larry would never let on if he didn't like them. Sort of like the cake, you know? I'm seeing a pattern here.
And, yes, opposites DO attract. I, for one, never hesitate to give my opinion on something.
|In case you were wondering just what |
5 lbs of potato chips looks like
Not me, apparently.
I had been meaning to visit this potato chip factory for a while. Larry and I last dropped by with the kids several years ago, and at that point they mentioned they were moving further south to a new, larger plant. We agreed that that would be something to see and put it on our mental list of Things To Do Some Day Soon. So today I said to the girl behind the counter, "The last time I visited, it was at the old place, right before you moved. When was that? 5, 6 years ago?"
"When we moved?" she asked. "Oh, that was 2008."
9 years, people. NINE YEARS.
Moral of the story: Someday never comes...or, at best, it takes almost a decade.
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I could never bring home potato chips like that! My mouth decides all food like that is its personal job to finish off --to save the children from junk food right? Anyway no self control here.ReplyDelete
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I went to a fancy dance with this guy one time. His family owned an italian place. We both got pasta, they brought him penne and me the long stuff lol. I bet they had a field day watching that.ReplyDelete