Friday…. let’s see… what to do, what to do? Oh yeah, WalMart! Gotta go for groceries and beat the weekend crush!
Dawdling…. dawdling….. dawdling… what? It’s already 2:30 pm and we haven’t eaten anything, yet? Ok, OK… we will stop for something on the way to WalMart.
Leaving…leaving…leaving… What’s that smell?… oh yeah, shrimp shells and “parts” in the garbage from dinner last evening…. gotta get it out of here before we go. Yep, I will just tie it up and put it in the back of the $prite and drop it off at the dumpster on the way out of the park.
BANG! CRASH! SQUEEK!… crappy dumpster doors!
Driving, Driving, Driving….. oh yeah, Sonny’s Barbeque on US 1. Gotta have that….kinda on the way… if we go out of the way… just a little…
uh… what’s that flashing on the dash? … looks like a gas pump. Hmm where are all my bars to show me how much gasoline I have.. er…rather, don’t have. Pit Stop! Pronto! Guess I will have to only imagine the smell of BBQ over the lingering rank shrimp stink in the car and the stinky Shell Gasoline tinkling into its tank. Ding!, Pay!, now, Driving…..Driving… Driving….
Sonny’s BBQ!
What’s that squealing racket coming from the music system?.. Jimi Hendrix, you say? More like a tank being drug sideways across a concrete slab coated with broken glass and ball bearings. .. yeah, I know he was an acclaimed guitarist… he also invented obnoxious white noise. How useful has that turned out to be?
Excellent! Shared a half baked chicken ( no, it really was a half chicken) lunch with 2 sides (make those 2 baked sweet potatoes, please.). Sure, I will have a gallon of iced tea to drink….
Waiting….waiting… waiting….
Drooling….drooling…. drooling … (I did mention we had not eaten yet, today)
Diet is over! Food is here! Gimme a drumstick while you sort the parts. Mmmmmm, nice yams … (sweet potatoes, you dirty old man) Butter, cinnimon, melting hot. 5 different BBQ sauces you say? decisions… decisions… decision!
Eating… eating…. eating….
Apple cobbler ala-mode? of course! It’s the exclamation point at the end of the meal. It is absolutely necessary to complete the meal and say “I’m ready for a nap.”
What?… oh yeah, we still need to go to WalMart…. sans nap… it’s just across the street.
Driving…. driving….driving… parking… walking…shopping… shopping…. shopping. What? No Joe’s Crabshack Salmon filets?… or any other of “the shack’s” products. Rats! I’ll have to make do with a can of starkist!
Checkout time!……. still checkout time….. still checkout time……still checkout time….. Hey! don’t these people know that today is not Saturday?… and what’s with trying to use a bunch of coupons in the self service checkout lane? That’s just not fair. I am on a fastpath to a nap! MoveIt!
Push cart, squeeky wheel, load $prite, close doors.
Driving…. driving….driving … Home! Unloading.. unloading…putting away… yeah, that’s frozen… ok, Put away…. put away…. pu away…. done!
Naptime!…. RING…. RING….RING!… grrrr NOT nap time…. Hello. No, we were not doing anything, what’s up?…..
……… All this is our day and now, it’s my blog. If there is anything you don’t understand, just ask.
ttfn
Budd
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