Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
This was last night's dinner: hot dogs and baked beans. I actually enjoy it. My mother used to make it for me when I lived with her for 3 years in my adult life. One day she called me at work with a terrible cold and a raspy, practically lost voice: "Tonight, we're having BEANIE...WEENIES. If you didn't hear me...BEANIE...WEENIES."
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
About once a month, I enjoy a hearty bowl o' chili mac at Hard Times, a local chain of chili parlors. I have now seen Cave Man at the bar on two visits. On one of them, it was necessary for me to relieve my bladder. Cave Man was in the restroom. "If I could just get one fart out!" he bemoaned. Thanks for sharing, Cave Man; I bet you're thinking the same thing about this blog entry.