bleh
It’s raining buckets. And I so don’t want to be here at work. Way back in the day, Kristi (one of my oldest friends – I’ve known her since junior high school) and I would ditch class (in college) when it was rainy like this. We would head back to her condo, stop by Chan’s Wok on the corner for their tasty 2 item lunch special and camp out on the sofa playing Super Mario Brothers.
It was always fun over at Kristi’s. On days their poodle was scheduled for a groomer appointment, we would do something like paint it’s toe nails, give her a mohawk.
Before you call PETA, please note that this dog was well cared for. Maggie the Poodle lived quite the pampered life. I was over there around lunchtime one day and started poking around the fridge for something to eat. There was a tasty-looking little meatloaf on a plate under cling wrap, so I pulled it out, sliced off two pieces and popped it into the microwave. Kristi meanwhile was sitting on the other side of the breakfast bar just watching me put around their kitchen. I assemble what I think to be quite the meatloaf sandwich, with toasted bread, mustard and even a pickle spear. I am just about to bite into that sucker when Kristi looks over at me and says, “You know, that meatloaf is Maggie’s “special” food. The only people food in the house is popcorn.”
Stab her.
Which goes into another story of Kristi – the family ate lots of popcorn. All the time. Sometimes Linda would make a HUGE bowl of popcorn and that’s what they would eat for dinner. At Christmas time when everyone gave those big popcorn tins of flavored popcorn – sign that family up for 10. Heaven forbid if Kristi and her younger sister, Jenny, wanted the same flavor of popcorn. One would end up grabbing the bag and the other would give chase around the room until something got broke.
It’s all fun and games, till someone loses and eye. Then it’s a sport.
