I will tell you a funny story. This evening, after supper and bathtime and everything, Buffalo Wings went over to our landlord's house to pay the rent. They are very nice and they love to see the kids, so Buffalo Wings decided to take Noodle with him. I walked outside as he was leaving, and he was talking to me through the van window. He was telling me about the poison ivy that attacked him as he was trimming hedges out there, and then showed me where it was (seriously, ya'll, he has got an awful case of poison ivy right now). I was holding Banana and as Buffalo Wings and Noodle pulled out of the driveway, I decided to go around the back of the house and the side yard to look at all of Buffalo Wings' hard work. The yard looked great. I made note of the poison ivy. I decided that the weather was lovely, so I would take Banana for a walk. I went to get the stroller out of the garage.
It was not to be.
The garage door was closed!
Not one door to the house was unlocked.
I yelled after BW, but he was already too far down the street, and I couldn't very well run with Banana in my arms, the hefty little man that he is. So I accepted my fate and just sat out in the yard.
It wouldn't have been so bad, if some Jehovah's Witnesses had not stopped over for a visit. I was a little embarrassed at my situation, but they enjoyed visiting with me out in my yard. They stayed quite a long time, and I was thankful for the company, but I wondered what a strange sight we must have been. We had a lovely talk under our pecan tree, and the wife held Aaron for awhile, and they were scared to leave me. They also comforted me by saying that the husband of the pair often accidentally locks the wife out quite frequently, especially as she is working in her flower garden.
They left and it was dark by that time and they made sure I would knock on my neighbor's door. I said I would and that if they ever came back, we could go into the house! Well, I knocked on my neighbor's door. And my other neighbor's. And my other neighbor's. Either they didn't want to associate with me, or really no one was home. So I walked around my house for a few minutes, but then BW and Noodle showed up. BW felt really, really, really bad. Lucky for him, he had picked me up a Frosty on the way! Always be prepared, just in case you might be in the doghouse for something, you know! I'm kidding - I told him it's a good thing that I do lots of stupid things on a daily basis, and this really wasn't a big deal. He hadn't even realized he had done it, of course. Now we can laugh about it and I get a free stupid mistake out of the deal!
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A Frosty! Oh, that would be soo good. Dianne was at her English reading club on Tuesday and a woman who had spent a year in New York was there.
Someone asked Dianne if she liked having a McDonald's here so it felt like home. (We have eaten at McDonald's here WAY more than we ever did there. It is the only fast food place in town.) Anyway, the woman who had been to New York said, "Oh, not McDonald's. Wendy's is much better." It was great for Dianne to have someone who knew the difference.
Glad you got back in - watch spending time with the goats under the pecan tree - no wonder the neighbors won't answer! Ha!
yes! i can leave a comment. i must say that i love your family food names. and i love that i have a link to my myspace. that's pretty sweeeet! i must get an e-blogger, as well. i hope to see you in b-town within the next few weeks, hopefully. we'll see how the gas prices are...
Hey, Anna! I'm so glad you were able to comment! I can't wait to see you and your wonderful family! Any idea when ya'll might be in btown? Before Rebecca moves? Thanks for visiting my blog! Of course I've got links for all you b sisters!!!
Oh, btw, Shane - yes, Wendy's is better. I'll pray ya'll get one!!!
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