wedding number two was ok
Wedding number two of the season was short and sweet. Thank goodness because it was outside. There was plenty of unexpected entertainment though. No one thought in advance about the Friday night football game going on just half a mile away. Plenty of "Sonic Boom" from the band section.
My plane Thursday evening was delayed by 2 hours. I wasn't happy but I did get to sit with and meet the band Lifehouse. The drummer thought I was cool. That still did not raise my spirits for the plane being late. I'm pretty sure that Southwest Airlines strategically placed Lifehouse on the plane for purposes of cheering up the passengers for a delayed flight. I'm no sucker. For some reason, half way through the flight, I felt the need to listen to a few of their songs.
Went to the fair on Friday evening. Father Rob was convinced that the World's greatest cinnamon rolls were being sold there. I paid $4 and was upset that he claimed these were the World's greatest. They were good, but not the best. Sometimes I wonder about him. He wouldn't even pay one dollar to see the 100 Pound Rat or the Man Eating Snake. I didn't pay the dollar for the Man Eating Snake either. Utility Al did because he thought I had no more money. Who's the sucker now? Me for allowing someone to pay for me to look at the Man Eating Snake or him paying for me to see the Man Eating Snake?
Softball has been rained out for the second week in a row. I really think that the other team is scared of me. There is no way that rain can cause two cancels in a row.
The dentist in Mississippi thinks I'm poor. He only told me I had one cavity versus the dentist here in Houston that told me I have nine. He'll come out better in the long run by telling me about each one, one by one.
The bed at home hurt my back and I cried about to anyone that would listen.
Once again, I requested one simple thing for my return home. A cookie cake. There were numerous emails sent on this issue and I was for sure that this time there would be a massive cookie cake in my honor. The icing design had been chosen, the size and shape were determined, location and times were arranged for enjoyment. Everything was ready for order till Father Rob decided that three $4 cinnamon rolls at the fair would satisfy him instead. Everyone always thinks about themselves. I hope he can't finish the average breakfast treat and they go stale.
What pitcher has the most World Series victories?
Last entry's answer was ten.
14 comments:
If I can't trust you over one little dollar then that's just pitiful. Father Rob would never take advantage of me like that.
I already told you that next time you come to town you get a cookie cake then now you blog about it and give me hard time. Now I'm reconsidering.
I think one reason the cinnamon rolls weren't incredible is because we were there SOOO late (for SOME reason) that they weren't fresh out of the oven.
Prin's comment struck me as a little strange, all broken up into small segments. Weird. Its like she was so excited to post a comment that she couldn't contain herself.
Also, the cinnamon rolls were $5 not $4.
I vote that we turn these comments into a delayed response chatroom like they used to be.
The cinnamon rolls were way too crispy to be the world's best. Big let down. I like them soft and moist.
I kinda figured one of y'all would've said, "That's what she said."
More like, "That's what he said."
In certain instances, it could also be what he said. Mostly in gay instances though. But we wouldn't know anything about that, would we Al? *wink*
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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