That would be me, the hungry but anxious looking one, middle-right, about to be served.
It sounded like a very good idea, being invited to my friend Soose’s house for dinner last night. But Shhhh! Don’t tell Soose’s mother: not everyone who can conflagrate a pilot light is a good cook.
Haha...I love this post. What a let down...especially when you're THAT anxious. LOL. Okay I thought I was the only one that watched Davy and Goliath. I loved that show!
Hello!! I came here by recommendation from the Vintage Sage. I'm so glad I did. *smiles* I think shall stay for a while. Have a blissful day..oh, I do hope you have a much better dining experience this evening. *chuckles* Sandra
Merry hello, BlakkDuchess! Keeping level, I must say that the char-broiled Tater Tot top-crust of Soose's mother's "feast" was the only recognizable part of the dish. (Mind you, I said "recognizable," and NOT "tastey." lol) At least I think they were Tater Tots... For a while there, I didn't think my tongue buds would ever be the same. I thank my lucky stars that they made a remarkable comeback and all was well with the world by the next morning.
Alas, poor Snoose's father! He and his Mrs. have been married forever. That's a horn of plenty, if you're tallying the number of "meals" she's prepared for him over the years. He is a heavy smoker, though, which might just be intentional: he probably can't taste a thing! I never thought I'd say it, but in this case, smoking does have its merits.
I look forward to paying your blog page a visit soon. Thank you, again, for dropping by mine!
Merry evening, Michelle! My mother once told me, "I think Davey and Goliath were the real reason Sunday mornings were special to me when I was I was growing up!" I love the way Goliath says "Oh, Davey"! I like playing it in my head when my daubers are down. It makes me feel safe and comforted, like opening a plastic jar of Play Doh and smelling it does.
I very much appreciate your warm welcome, Sara and I happily accept your invitation to come visit with you at your Sweet Surprise! Like Gemmama finds herself reminding everybody and their brother: "Good times are meant to be kept rolling!" Take it from my grandmother, being a "keeper" is the greatest fun!
GOOD good morning to you, Miss Sandra! am so glad you decided to venture my way. (Thank you Vintage Sage, for heading Sandra in my direction!) You're more than welcome to stay as long as you want. I love the chit-chatty visits bring on!
"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it." ~Roald Dahl
Sniff-snuffle...Sniff...YES!
What be yours?!
Pie is my life,
especially pumpkin.
I Love Winter!
To find those dreams you~in~sleep hoped not to lose upon awakening, please do make visits here:
"One of Us" written by Eric Brazilian and originally released by Joan Osborne
One of these nights at about twelve o'clock This whole Earth is going to reel and rock Saints will tremble and cry for pain For the Lord's gonna come in His Heaven airplane
If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to His face?
If you were faced with Him
In all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?
(*) And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah~yeah~yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home
If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see
If it meant you would bhave to believe
in things like Heaven and in Jesus and the saints
and all the prophets (*)
Trying to make His way home
back up to Heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome (*)
Just trying to make His way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to Heaven all alone
Just trying to make His way home
Nobody calling on the phone
'cept for the Pope maybe in Rome
Today's Forecast:
Pull Pointy Hats' straps that much tighter:
The line forms here!
"But just to keep alive isn't enough," the butterfly said. "To live you must have sunshine and freedom and a little flower to love!" ~~A translation of Hans Christian Andersen's "Sommerfuglen" by Jean Hersholt
Cats and bats and witches are flying through the air!
Follow Frosted Petunias along a moonlit path into the deepest heart of the autumn woods,
Where burnished moonflowers and twinkling lanterns light our way!
Wooo hooo witchy woman, see how high she flies? Woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye!
It's a Zombie! It's a Kitty! It's a Zombie Kitty! What’s not to love?!
(It most certainly trumps a Pillow Pet, eh? To make it yours, you need only to share it. That is to say, just pass it on!)
Christmas has come early!
Three's...
a...
charm!
Thank you ever so much, Miss Suplicki! (<~~ Looksee! Star-blessed are you to have double exclamations at your name’s end! Furtherknows: Having “point” number one be of an upsidedowny nature is like eating the first tomato of summer: very lucky indeed!)
Goodness gracious! For me?!
Thank you many bundles, TheBlakkDuchess!
Forget~Me~Not
Perry Como:
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away!
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day.
If you can't say anything nice, at least make it funny! XD
ReplyDeleteAnd what a nice word, conflagrate...
Hope dinner wasn't too horrid. ^-^
Haha...I love this post. What a let down...especially when you're THAT anxious. LOL. Okay I thought I was the only one that watched Davy and Goliath. I loved that show!
ReplyDeleteHello~I've just strolled over from Michelle's for a visit.
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed taking a peek around.
Sorry to hear your dinner left a bad taste, maybe you can give Sosse's mom a cookbook as a thank you gift for the dinner invite.
That ghostly story (from your previous post) was pretty scary. I may need a little mead to calm my nerves, lol.
Come on by for a visit, your company would be nice.
Sweet wishes,
Sara
Hello!!
ReplyDeleteI came here by recommendation from the Vintage Sage. I'm so glad I did. *smiles*
I think shall stay for a while.
Have a blissful day..oh, I do hope you have a much better dining experience this evening. *chuckles*
Sandra
Merry hello, BlakkDuchess! Keeping level, I must say that the char-broiled Tater Tot top-crust of Soose's mother's "feast" was the only recognizable part of the dish. (Mind you, I said "recognizable," and NOT "tastey." lol) At least I think they were Tater Tots... For a while there, I didn't think my tongue buds would ever be the same. I thank my lucky stars that they made a remarkable comeback and all was well with the world by the next morning.
ReplyDeleteAlas, poor Snoose's father! He and his Mrs. have been married forever. That's a horn of plenty, if you're tallying the number of "meals" she's prepared for him over the years. He is a heavy smoker, though, which might just be intentional: he probably can't taste a thing! I never thought I'd say it, but in this case, smoking does have its merits.
I look forward to paying your blog page a visit soon. Thank you, again, for dropping by mine!
Merry evening, Michelle! My mother once told me, "I think Davey and Goliath were the real reason Sunday mornings were special to me when I was I was growing up!" I love the way Goliath says "Oh, Davey"! I like playing it in my head when my daubers are down. It makes me feel safe and comforted, like opening a plastic jar of Play Doh and smelling it does.
ReplyDeleteI very much appreciate your warm welcome, Sara and I happily accept your invitation to come visit with you at your Sweet Surprise! Like Gemmama finds herself reminding everybody and their brother: "Good times are meant to be kept rolling!" Take it from my grandmother, being a "keeper" is the greatest fun!
ReplyDeleteGOOD good morning to you, Miss Sandra! am so glad you decided to venture my way. (Thank you Vintage Sage, for heading Sandra in my direction!) You're more than welcome to stay as long as you want. I love the chit-chatty visits bring on!
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