Well, Aaron, Terri and William moved back to their homeland (Minneapolis) on Thursday. They stayed with me for the last couple of nights while they packed their stuff into a pod and cleaned the house. (For those keeping score at home that's three adults, 1 six week old and two 80# dogs in a one bedroom apartment.) It sure was nice to have folks around. They feel like family. The old homestead was awfully quiet on Thursday night lemme tell ya. Ben and I both felt the absence. He misses his spooning buddy, Brinkley. You need someone to snuggle when you sleep by the air conditioner vent after all!
The morning they left I took them out to breakfast. I was paying the check and the waitress said, "Your GRANDSON is just adorable!'. Wow! That took the wind out of my sails! She's lucky she pocketed her tip before she came out with that little gem! I didn't say anything because biologically it IS possible, but Geez! But I guess I could do MUCH worse than having William for a grandson! I'm sure gonna miss that little cuddle bug!
Speaking of grandchildren...they love animal crackers (Oh! How DO you do it Oh Mighty Queen of The Segue?) I was over at World Market today and had a hankering for animal crackers so I got a bag and brought them to Last Saturday knitting to share with my buds. I was bragging that I got them at World Market so they were imported, exotic animal crackers. I flipped the bag over only to find that they were imported all the way from.....wait for it....Pennsylvania! Sheesh! But they were exotic. We opened them up and out tumbled the worst Chernobyl-Three-Mile-Island-Evolution-Gone-Terribly-Terribly-Wrong menagerie I've ever seen. Most of the blobs weren't recognizable...
And the ones that vaguely resembled some sort of animal had extra leg, gills or fins that didn't belong. They were horrifying....but tasty. At least they got that right! Never underestimate the power of Saturday Knitting munchie attacks! One of the girls told a great joke:
A mother buys her little boy a package of animal crackers. He immediately opens them, dumps them out and starts frantically examining each one. When his mother asked him what he was doing he said, 'The box says not to eat them if the seal is broken!'
Anyway, out to turn on TV and monitor the weather situation. Expecting storms and it's dark-ah than the inside of a pocket out they-ah, Deah! Maybe I can finish the rest of the Black Adder DVD I've been working on if it doesn't get too bad. Stay dry ya'll and remember, do not eat if the seal is broken!