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.
