So Curious
My husband is at the lake with a friend on a fishing trip this weekend. He called earlier and said that it was raining, so they would be staying in tonight instead of night-fishing for catfish. (Yeah. I don't know either. Weird.)
So, I got the kids to bed. I cleaned the kitchen. I sat down to watch Iron Chef America (which was super-lame, by the way. Does it always suck?) and the phone rang. It was 10:20pm.
"Hey. Quick question. Is Jose Feliciano blind?"
"Yes."
"I knew it! Thanks."
Wow. Big night at the lake.
A bit later, I got a text.
"When did Gitmo open?"
Two 39 year old drunk guys. Smelling like fish. Eating chicken. Drinking beer. Talking about visually-impaired guitarist-singers and enemy combatants.
So, I got the kids to bed. I cleaned the kitchen. I sat down to watch Iron Chef America (which was super-lame, by the way. Does it always suck?) and the phone rang. It was 10:20pm.
"Hey. Quick question. Is Jose Feliciano blind?"
"Yes."
"I knew it! Thanks."
Wow. Big night at the lake.
A bit later, I got a text.
"When did Gitmo open?"
Two 39 year old drunk guys. Smelling like fish. Eating chicken. Drinking beer. Talking about visually-impaired guitarist-singers and enemy combatants.
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