The Crab is Back
He's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
We found the escapee, in the middle of the living room floor. Unfortunately, he lives. He's been returned to the habitat and there's a little rock on the lid, weighing it down. Too bad. I'd like to show him the shortcut to the toilet and give him the big flusheroo, but I'm not really that mean.
Tonight is the big St. Ann's fish fry. Should be a good time. We love St. Ann's. It's in this small town within KC; a tiny enclave of working class people who are just plain nice. They always go to the effort of welcoming us, topping off our beer, and making us feel a part of the community. We don't know a soul in the place, and yet we come away feeling welcome and wanted. Maybe that's why we've been loyal customers for almost 15 years. Not to mention the catfish, which is magnifique.
The kids are on spring break. Let the fighting begin! Actually, they are playing nicely right now. Kathleen has "hired" Little MJ to be her servant for the next two days for 50 cents. Little MJ is taking the job seriously. So far he's made her a piece of toast, and is furiously searching the toy box for a bell so he can be summoned at her whim and fancy. He has been instructed to address her as "Ma'am" or "Your Majesty." Good times.
We found the escapee, in the middle of the living room floor. Unfortunately, he lives. He's been returned to the habitat and there's a little rock on the lid, weighing it down. Too bad. I'd like to show him the shortcut to the toilet and give him the big flusheroo, but I'm not really that mean.
Tonight is the big St. Ann's fish fry. Should be a good time. We love St. Ann's. It's in this small town within KC; a tiny enclave of working class people who are just plain nice. They always go to the effort of welcoming us, topping off our beer, and making us feel a part of the community. We don't know a soul in the place, and yet we come away feeling welcome and wanted. Maybe that's why we've been loyal customers for almost 15 years. Not to mention the catfish, which is magnifique.
The kids are on spring break. Let the fighting begin! Actually, they are playing nicely right now. Kathleen has "hired" Little MJ to be her servant for the next two days for 50 cents. Little MJ is taking the job seriously. So far he's made her a piece of toast, and is furiously searching the toy box for a bell so he can be summoned at her whim and fancy. He has been instructed to address her as "Ma'am" or "Your Majesty." Good times.
posted by Juanita at
9:33 AM
3 Comments:
Ugh, that is just creepy...you were sleeping in a house where that thing could've crawled in your bed...you're much braver than I.
St Ann's sounds just precious!! Have fun, and have a piece of fried fish for me!
I'd have sold my corneas to be at St. Ann's last night rather than where I was. I love that fish fry. How were the lines? Did you get there right on time? Did the scouting work?
cant you just kill 2 birds with one stone by taking the crab along to the fishfry?
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