You may recall the post about my particularly odd brand of hospitality toward our new youth pastor and his wife. You know, it's the type where they barge into my kitchen and fling open the fridge door to see what I have, then I let them frolic through the mess in my house, only to send them home with potatoes later. Well, as I mentioned earlier in the week, we went to visit them. First I went by myself to help the wife hang pictures. The irony in this is we have lived in our house for seven years and I have yet to hang pictures in my own house. Don't ask why, just accept it. Later my whole family came over so we could enjoy dinner together. We had a lovely time. For dessert there was angel food cake, because it's Mr. Lime's favorite, with homemade hot fudge sauce (did she know that was MY favorite?).
After dinner she also brought out her camera because I'd been talking about what I was looking for and my frustration at not being able to find a functioning one to try out in a store. She happens to own a model I have been considering so she offered to let me play with it. She also took a few pictures to demonstrate its capabilities...just about the time she also pushed the creamer full of leftover hot fudge in my direction and told me to finish it off. Presence of a camera or not, I'd never refuse such an offer.
Bottoms up!
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Hhhmm...there still appears to be some left in the bottom and on the sides...
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Not a problem...
If only my tongue were a little longer...
Ok, I guess I'll just lick the stuff off the outside.
Raiding each other's fridges, frolicking through respective messes, hanging pictures, playing with cameras, and licking hot fudge out of a creamer...You know, this may be the start of a beautiful relationship.
17 comments:
Yahtzee!
now that is not an addiction post is it?
chocolate fudge maybe. I am terrified to have anyone, last of all the pastor and wife, peek through my house clutter and fridge.
I need to learn from you.
Di
The irony in this is we have lived in our house for seven years and I have yet to hang pictures in my own house.
The first house my wife and I owned we went seven years without curtains and we depended on blinds to hide our inside activities from the neighbors. Only when we put the house up for sale did we hang curtains and my wife and mom-in-law were obsessive about making them on the sewing machine.
Truthfully I would have gone out and bought curtains to save time and frustration but then I'm from South Carolina and they are from Virginia.
Oh to be that lucky Mug......
"If only my tongue were a little longer"
I hope you'll take this in the right way, as I find it a good thing. If your tongue were any longer, Gene Simmons would be jealous.
Mmmmmmmm. . . hot fuuudge. . .
And - "If only my tongue were a little longer". . . Ummm. . . Did it suddenly get warmer in here?
Does Mr. Lime share your sentiments?
;)
I think you need a Hugh Jackman mug. Maybe not at the pastor's, though.
Love the pics, Lime... and I'm not going to say anything about tongues or hot fudge sauce or...
Ahem.
P.S. - Maybe G-Man and I can send you some Sander's Hot Fudge sauce for Christmas. (It's awesome!)
Mmmmmmmm. . . Saunder's. . .
I didn't know you could still get that stuff. . .
You have an unfair advantage, Lime...with that glorious hair and that tongue. Have you noticed all the comments so far have been from men?
...is it because you have vintage oak tongue in groove paneling and you dont wanna put holes in it?
:P
You are naughty. Make sure you save the funny cake batter bowl for them to lick next time they come over.
You had me at chocolate..
You're so funny.
Sharing a meal has always had big social significance. This past week, one young man lamented that it has been two years since my wife and I invited him over for supper. He talked as if we had "broken up" with him or something!
Aww! perfection!
And you look adorable.
Sounds like a relaxed friendship.
I had someone not long ago who, having just met me an hour or so earlier, threw open my fridge door and looked through it, commenting on what I chose to stock. I found it both surprising and a little endearing.
Chocolate porn. You know Hugh is reading this blog and just lost his, um, mind.
Those might be some of my favorite pictures of you! Gorgeous! And delicious ;)
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