So, Klarisa wanted to make an apple pie,
and I wanted to watch a movie.
So, we added a few things to it.
It was a beautiful day to cook.
It was cool outside and the windows were open.
Just right for everything I needed to do.
#1, make the oatmeal rolls Klarisa requested.
I bought new yeast.
The other yeast has been in the fridge since the Ice Age.
I should just get rid of it.
I don't trust it anymore.
I got out our pretty dishes.
I absolutely just about UNDOES me,
to use matching dishes.
They're all the same.
So, I checked to see if I had any forks that matched.
I have two or three of a few,
but not four of any.
Well, these all had stars on them.
Yes, I should have ironed the table-cloth.
Klarisa brought the drinks.
If you don't have apple *pop*,
don't even come.
Come on Klarisa,
do the asparagus.....
We almost had to sell the van to buy this stuff.
I wonder who named the vegetables?
The week before, it was HALF of what I paid for it
on my grocery buying day.
Wrapped a fancy meat around it and
put it in a skillet and added garlic.
I like fresh or canned.
Canned is easier.
My friend from H.E.B. said buy THIS roast.
She said it would be a good roast.
So I believed her.
I could drink this stuff all day long.
Back before I even knew there was such a thing as apple pop,
we would mix ginger-ale and apple juice together.
That was pretty good, too.
We went to Mexico and had apple pop for the first time there.
I was hooked.
After we were done, we pretty much
should have just made the rolls and the caramel sauce.
So, the movie of the night was:
What the Deaf Man Heard
Klarisa of course had never seen it.
Daniel, Papa Bear and I,
have lots of it memorized.
Why don't you hang a sign outside that says....
I KNOW EVERYTHING
Tolliver, this just ain't been your summer
you get to WASH, *MY* car
hey! dum dum
NOT A NICKEL
This wasn't the best time to have to dig another DVD out of the player.
I knew it wasn't good when Papa Bear got out his flashlight,
then I knew it really wasn't going well when he got a screwdriver.
We ended up watching it on the computer in the office.
On hard chairs.
Nobody fell asleep.
So, Klarisa is all nice to me on Friday nights,
but this is how she looks at me on Sunday afternoons.