My dad’s in town tonight. Jackie’s picking him up and we’re going to grill and do all that good stuff.
Here’s few things about tonight — I can’t decide which bit is funnier. Jackie was going to pick a six-pack of something for him. She called from the liquor store to ask what she should get.
1. We already had half of a case of beer of a brand he liked (left over from her graduation last SUMMER). We’re in to the case so little that she’d forgotten.
2. I had trouble finding said case.
3. When I pulled them out, I had to dust off the cans. One had to be washed off it was so dirty. For wine that’s probably a good thing, but I’m not so sure about the beer.
4. When I put them in the freezer to cool quickly, I noticed that on the refridgerator side, top shelf, way in the back, were two cans of the same brand that I’d just grabbed. I must have tossed them in there… who knows when. Obviously, I’d forgotten about them.
5. Conversely, stuck-up punk that I am, I remember mentioning to Jackie last week that we needed to restock on table wine.
