I am predicting that at this time next week I will be in the Dog House.
You see, R’s family (bro & sis) are coming to town. They’re from Pennsylvania and are trying to remember how warm weather feels and the sun looks like so they’re visiting us for the week. My being in the DH will be because of Joey. He and I have a history of being buddies, as in drinking buddies, party buddies you know, drunkbuds. We’ve gotten in trouble countless times doing such things as playing quarters, going through a case of beer in an afternoon, laughing over the nothingest thing and annoying anyone who isn’t at the same obnoxious demented state. We’ll be having a good time and R & L will be finding ways of leaving us behind.
Here’s the funny thing though and I can’t figure it out. On Sunday while grocery shopping the Wife calls me to ask if a gallon of Southern Comfort at $19.95 was a good price. Was I going to say no? She also came home with a case of Joey’s preferred beer, ugh Bud and a super sized box of Frosted Flakes. Normally, I’m the one that’s planning this part of the visit. Hmmmmm, something must be up.
I’ve dusted and swept the Dog House.
Joey, I’m ready for ya bro.