A Very Strange Saturday
Before I get to today's post, I would like to report to you that my husband's thumb still hurts, and whenever I get within 5 feet of him, he says "Respect the thumb". I'm trying.
This past Saturday I had to go to a funeral. I have been to many funerals/memorial services, and this one was very nice. It was notable for a few reasons:
1. It was freezing. Freezing. I was wearing a long skirt, hose, and a long sleeved light-weight sweater, and I thought I was going to keel over. This wouldn't have been the end of the world, except...
2. It lasted about an hour and a half. Now, you may be thinking, "that's nothing, every service I've been to lasts 3 hours" or something like that. Like I said, it was a lovely service, and I think I would have enjoyed hearing what everyone had to say if the microphones had been on and my teeth weren't chattering.
3. There was a celebrity sighting! Amy Ray, of the Indigo Girls, was there. If you don't know who the Indigo Girls are, I am very sorry for you, and must encourage you to find out immediately. I managed to restrain myself from hopping up to get her autograph, but I could barely take my eyes off her.
Ok, so this service was at noon. While I was there, I left my cellphone in my car, of course, and I missed two calls from my husband. He had been at work all morning, and I felt sure he was calling to say that he'd bring home lunch, as he often does on Saturdays. I called him back, listening to my stomach growl (and trying to regain feeling in my frozen extremeties) and we have the following conversation:
Bossy: What's up? I'm on my way home.
Bar-Husband: Ok, Clark is here and he brought food. [Clark is a good friend we often watch football with]
Bossy: Great! I'm starving. What did he bring?
Bar-Husband: Prosciutto and melons.
Bossy: Pardon?
Bar-husband: Oh yeah, and eclairs.
So, moments later I get home to find three guys in their thirties with the following on the coffee table:
Beers
A box of Frozen Eclairs
One of my china serving pieces filled with canteloupe and prosciutto
Ritz crackers
I can't explain this, nor did I sample this little feast. I made myself some macaroni and cheese and read my US Weekly. Next time that Clark shows up he better have a Chick Fil A party platter with him or I'm not letting him in the door. That's all I'm saying.
This past Saturday I had to go to a funeral. I have been to many funerals/memorial services, and this one was very nice. It was notable for a few reasons:
1. It was freezing. Freezing. I was wearing a long skirt, hose, and a long sleeved light-weight sweater, and I thought I was going to keel over. This wouldn't have been the end of the world, except...
2. It lasted about an hour and a half. Now, you may be thinking, "that's nothing, every service I've been to lasts 3 hours" or something like that. Like I said, it was a lovely service, and I think I would have enjoyed hearing what everyone had to say if the microphones had been on and my teeth weren't chattering.
3. There was a celebrity sighting! Amy Ray, of the Indigo Girls, was there. If you don't know who the Indigo Girls are, I am very sorry for you, and must encourage you to find out immediately. I managed to restrain myself from hopping up to get her autograph, but I could barely take my eyes off her.
Ok, so this service was at noon. While I was there, I left my cellphone in my car, of course, and I missed two calls from my husband. He had been at work all morning, and I felt sure he was calling to say that he'd bring home lunch, as he often does on Saturdays. I called him back, listening to my stomach growl (and trying to regain feeling in my frozen extremeties) and we have the following conversation:
Bossy: What's up? I'm on my way home.
Bar-Husband: Ok, Clark is here and he brought food. [Clark is a good friend we often watch football with]
Bossy: Great! I'm starving. What did he bring?
Bar-Husband: Prosciutto and melons.
Bossy: Pardon?
Bar-husband: Oh yeah, and eclairs.
So, moments later I get home to find three guys in their thirties with the following on the coffee table:
Beers
A box of Frozen Eclairs
One of my china serving pieces filled with canteloupe and prosciutto
Ritz crackers
I can't explain this, nor did I sample this little feast. I made myself some macaroni and cheese and read my US Weekly. Next time that Clark shows up he better have a Chick Fil A party platter with him or I'm not letting him in the door. That's all I'm saying.
posted by Bossy Bar-Wife | 2:04 PM
4 Comments:
Don't knock the prosciutto and melon! Although, I' will agree, Chick-fil-a sure does go a lot longer to feed a growling stomach!
Is that a real thing? Prosciutto and melon? I didn't know that was a food combination people ate. In my defense, I stay far from melons in general, so I'm not well versed in their pairings!
LOL! Yes it's real! We serve it all the time. It's actually Italian, an antipasto. Let me tell you I can eat my weight in proscuitto and melon when we are in Italy (and belive you mean, that is quite a lop of melon and pig!)
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