Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Won't You Be Our Houseguest?
- Eating at buffets (Red Apple on Milwaukee/Devon)
- Eating cereal with bananas (I already do this anyway)
- Talking about burial plans
- Going to church
- Shooed the cat away from the oxygen hoses running from the tank we rented.
Scratch was making fun of me because while he did most of the driving, I was waxing eloquent with his grandmother about pre-needs and prunes. This, combined with my affinity for bananas and Real Oldies 1690, give Scratch pause. Has he really married the youngest 70 year old woman alive? Is this some sort of Tales from the Crypt where I turn into a wrinkled canasta player when he's not around?
Hey, I give the crowd what they want. And if the crowd wants prunes, I go with the prunes. Just swing on by Shady Acres... uh... I mean, our place, anytime!