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I’m starting to feel like a writer for the series “24.”
When we last left off…
On Sunday, safely ensconced in our new abode, the Mister and I got back in the car and hit the local liquor store (that’s where I scored the Lewis & Lewellen Pinot Noir.) After a swing by the grocery store, we got busy with the bbq and the wine opener.
Is there anything sexier? This perhaps?
For the first time in days the wind died down and we were able to enjoy a protein-enriched meal (read: steaks) and rehydrate (read: wine) outdoors on the deck watched carefully by various birds and goldfish. Just in case we were inclined to share.
The house we were sitting is owned by R&R, two good friends we rarely see and is across from the largest park in the area, has the most delightful guest room and bath, and a kitchen fit for Jamie Oliver. And they stock it well. Every kind of olive oil and balsamic vinegar…like chocolate balsamic.
I had some with strawberries and swooned.
Sadly, Karl was not there to catch me.
While their backyard doesn’t get a lot of sun, it gets enough and with the pond, it sounds delightful and it’s very private. You could sit out there naked with a cup of joe in the morning with nary a concern. (Note to self: next time make sure it’s not garbage day. Public employees get enough benefits.)
We slept like drunken, overfed Vikings.
On Monday, we did some shopping then invited the Lady and her Mister, and two other old friends, over for drinks. Everyone showed up late, of course. First in the door was the Lady…eyes googling from side-to-side and talking non-stop. Before I had a chance to offer her a glass of wine, she was off. Up the stairs and straight into the master bedroom (which was left in its usual state as our house sitting was a last-minute deal. When R&R returned and asked if we had anyone over, I lied.)
She had a good gawk and after about 20 minutes sat her ass down on the deck and proceeded to tell everyone what she liked about the house and what she would do differently.
We had to take numbers to get a word in edgewise. Kind of like at the butchers but only way less fun.
When she stopped to snack on some nibbles, I said we were going out to eat and would everyone like to join us. I heard a croaking noise and someone saying, “What? You’re not cooking?” I’ll give you one guess.
Now remember, we did cook for her and her Mister the day we arrived. After driving all day and fighting the after-work crowds at the grocery store. We thought we’d like to treat ourselves to a night out but I had forgotten that the Lady is cheap. She begged off with the excuse they had to pack to leave for a trip to a friend’s cottage. I didn’t let the door hit her in the ass when they left.
I was actually glad. I was starting to hear her voice in my sleep and my sleep is sacred. The only voice I like to hear in my head when I’m unconscious is my own. Or Karl Urban’s.
Our other friends jumped at the chance to spend some time with us and we ended up at a new pasta place where we had two hours of great food and excellent uninterrupted conversation. Woot!
Then they picked up the tab! For the wine and everything. I must remember to get them together with the Lady more often. Maybe something will rub off.
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