I was on the phone yesterday morning, and Patty was trying to write up our grocery list–not so easy, these days, when you don’t know from day to day what the supermarket will have on the shelves.
“Oh, what can we have for supper this weekend? Uh, for tomorrow, would you like this can of Dinty Moore stew?”
I looked at her incredulously.
“You mean… canned stew for my birthday dinner? Canned stew?” I mimed a dispirited prisoner picking listlessly at his nutra-loaf. “While you’re at it, how about six of the best across my back?”
She just about died laughing. So did Susan at the other end of the phone line. Poor Patty. Because my present had already come in the mail, days ago, she simply forgot today was my birthday. I mean, not to pick on Dinty Moore Stew, but I really was expecting something a little more festive.
So we’re going to have Chinese food for supper, because our local Chinese restaurant has re-opened after a month and a half of being closed.
Poor woman laughed for a good fifteen minutes… Well, hey, we needed that.
