More Time With Shanster
Well, gee, last night Shan and I had dinner cuz nothing was on television (and nothing ever is... I'm kinda afraid that Wednesdays will be blank forever). I mean, we had dinner. Last night was just good timing for it. We didn't have dinner because I wasn't watching TV. Heck no. We can have dinner anytime. It's just that Wednesday was really convenient and oh I should probably be shutting up now.
Anyway...
Things went smoothly for a while, y'know, we had some Dr. Peppers and watched Friends on DVD. I'd hustle over to the kitchen to check on the food...
She asked me what we were having, and I'm like, "cacciatore," and she just freaked out. She's, like, "Clem! You promised me you wouldn't eat the kittens! And now you're feeding them to me???"
I was so confused. Then, yeah, okay, it's sorta pronounced "cat-chitorrie" so I can see where she was coming from, so I had to show her the chicken I made it with and promised a feline free meal. Still, that kinda hurt.
But dinner went fine, otherwise. Then we snuggled up and watched Casablanca... Or, you know, "watched." Hee.
Anyway...
Things went smoothly for a while, y'know, we had some Dr. Peppers and watched Friends on DVD. I'd hustle over to the kitchen to check on the food...
She asked me what we were having, and I'm like, "cacciatore," and she just freaked out. She's, like, "Clem! You promised me you wouldn't eat the kittens! And now you're feeding them to me???"
I was so confused. Then, yeah, okay, it's sorta pronounced "cat-chitorrie" so I can see where she was coming from, so I had to show her the chicken I made it with and promised a feline free meal. Still, that kinda hurt.
But dinner went fine, otherwise. Then we snuggled up and watched Casablanca... Or, you know, "watched." Hee.