Whole Lotta Nothin' Going On
Hubs and I went out to a belated anniversary dinner Saturday night. We went to a local brewery/restaurant we had been waiting to try. We went for the beer and hoped that the food would be good.
We had an onion ring appetizer. They were quite delicious. My husband had fish and chips for dinner. I ordered fish tacos. I knew better. I really did. If a place specializes in burger and steak, ordering fish tacos is not the wisest thing. It's not that they were horrid. It's just that they consisted of a huge hunk of fried fish, the exact kind that was in my husband's fish and chips, and a strange sweet sauce. They were okay but I wouldn't order them again.
That's okay. By the time I drank two beers with 8% alcohol content, I was feeling no pain.
We went to the movies and I had some fun with the previews. I know I've mentioned before that my sense of humor could aptly be described as teenage boy. Put some beers in me and it disintegrates to loud teenage boy. So naturally, when a movie preview came on for Sword of the Stranger I had to loudly laugh and proclaim to my husband, "They could call it one-night stand for short."
Also, there was an ad for the flu shot. Is big pharma everywhere now? After the ad, I commented again to my husband. "Paid for by Pfizer. Please allow us to pump mercury into you."
Disclaimer: I have no idea if Pfizer is the company that makes flu shots. I AM tired of hearing it shoved down my throat that I need one. No thank you. And I don't think less of anybody for getting one either. They are just not for me.
After my two comments, I shut up so I would not be bodily escorted from the theater. Obnoxious drunk, who me?
Since I was savvy enough to pee two times before the movie, I made it all the way through without a bathroom break, a mighty feat indeed.
There is not much else going on in life other than the usual. We made it though Christmas without going further into debt. Yay us!
Also, I think the gifts we gave out this year were more popular. I canned bean soup for my side of the family. I canned beef stew for my husband's side of the family.
My side loves my bean soup but I have the sneaking suspicion his side doesn't. When I ask a question like, "How did you like the bean soup last time I made it?", and my answer is, "Oh, I remember the bean soup," that is a discrete way to say it wasn't a huge hit. If we were Southern, I'm sure the stock answer would somehow involve the phrase, "Bless your heart."
In addition to beef stew and bean soup, I made canned apple pie filling, granola and homemade laundry detergent. I didn't receive any complaints so either my families are happy or their dogs are licking their chops. As long as somebody enjoyed it...
Very soon I will be turning 40. My body is already preparing for this momentous event by increasing the number of gray hairs on my poor head. What's up with that? Did my hair color come with an expiration date? I had planned to run a marathon by the time I was 40. That's not going to happen. But my friend Lael did it for me so all is well. Go Lael!
My son has been begging for a baby. Since my husband and I took care of that ever happening in a permanent way, my MIL purchased him one at the store. I know some people are squeamish about a boy playing with dolls but I hope it's the kind of thing that means he will be a nurturing father some day. He will need the skills if his children act anything like he and his sister are right now.
Sammy and his baby