On the plus side, this means I can wear sweatpants for a week and no one will give me shit about it.
Rhonda and I stuck to family traditions this year for the holiday, in that we spent Labor Day weekend in a beach house in Surfside with 17 of my family members. This was our 23rd year together. Pretty neat, actually. I look forward to it all year long, every year. And I'm thrilled that Rhonda is finding enjoyment in the insanity as well. Because it is a bit insane cramming that many people into one beach house with only two showers and one remote control. But we make it work. We truly enjoy one another individually and as a family. Game nights can get a bit intense, but we always find a way to laugh until we cry. Sleeping arrangements can get tricky, but we never fail to find the fun in it. Relaxation is always found in the form of lounging on the beach with books or taking one of the wave runners out for a cruise. We don't stress about meal times or when to wake up or go to bed. We get to just be. And we get to just be together.
Unfortunately, some of that "together" may include those of us who may or may not be carriers for the Ebola Virus. I'm pointing no fingers. However I'm convinced that Rhonda and I now have colds because of a particular cousin of mine who had a sore throat all weekend. Shit happens. We probably would have gotten sick one way or another since every third person I know is playing host to the plague right now.
Because I feel like I've been trampled by a pregnant elephant. That just ate. I've decided that the only thing that will make me feel better is matzo ball soup. So I plan to get drunk on cold meds later and whip up a batch of the Jewish Penicillin for me and Rhonda to drown our diseases. Rhonda, being the amazing and head-strong woman that she is, totally cyber bullied me into giving her the shopping list. I'd buy her a pony to thank her, but she won't let me go to the grocery store, so I guess the homemade soup will have to suffice. And because I feel that maybe she should have someone with whom to empathize about the fact that her wife is unreasonable, relentless and a complete smart ass, I give you my shopping list:
Stuff we need from store to make Jewish Penicillin:
-a bushel of celery
-a bushel of carrots
-one white onion
-smallest bushel of parsley you can find
(for some reason I seem to really like the word "bushel")
-a box of matzo ball mix (NOT matzo ball soup mix... "soup" on the box = bad. we just want the balls mix... tee-hee, I said "balls")
-a jar of chicken bouillon cubes (I just used the last one)
-one package of boneless/skinless chicken breasts
-how are we set for eggs? I'm gonna need four eggs, I think.
-we could use another carton of milk, too
-also, we're out of ponies. you need to pick up a pony at the store. will accept a duck as substitute.
-a bag of pita chips. for some reason, pita chips with matzo ball soup sounds really good. but so does rice, avocados, cheese, and Fruity Pebbles for dinner*... so I'll make that your call.
*That's what I had for dinner last night. Yeah... I don't know what to say, either.
Unfortunately, some of that "together" may include those of us who may or may not be carriers for the Ebola Virus. I'm pointing no fingers. However I'm convinced that Rhonda and I now have colds because of a particular cousin of mine who had a sore throat all weekend. Shit happens. We probably would have gotten sick one way or another since every third person I know is playing host to the plague right now.
Because I feel like I've been trampled by a pregnant elephant. That just ate. I've decided that the only thing that will make me feel better is matzo ball soup. So I plan to get drunk on cold meds later and whip up a batch of the Jewish Penicillin for me and Rhonda to drown our diseases. Rhonda, being the amazing and head-strong woman that she is, totally cyber bullied me into giving her the shopping list. I'd buy her a pony to thank her, but she won't let me go to the grocery store, so I guess the homemade soup will have to suffice. And because I feel that maybe she should have someone with whom to empathize about the fact that her wife is unreasonable, relentless and a complete smart ass, I give you my shopping list:
Stuff we need from store to make Jewish Penicillin:
-a bushel of celery
-a bushel of carrots
-one white onion
-smallest bushel of parsley you can find
(for some reason I seem to really like the word "bushel")
-a box of matzo ball mix (NOT matzo ball soup mix... "soup" on the box = bad. we just want the balls mix... tee-hee, I said "balls")
-a jar of chicken bouillon cubes (I just used the last one)
-one package of boneless/skinless chicken breasts
-how are we set for eggs? I'm gonna need four eggs, I think.
-we could use another carton of milk, too
-also, we're out of ponies. you need to pick up a pony at the store. will accept a duck as substitute.
-a bag of pita chips. for some reason, pita chips with matzo ball soup sounds really good. but so does rice, avocados, cheese, and Fruity Pebbles for dinner*... so I'll make that your call.
*That's what I had for dinner last night. Yeah... I don't know what to say, either.