1. Sometime last year, Charlie got put on a mailing list. But instead of his proper last name it somehow turned into "Charles Blown." I laugh with adolescent glee every time we get a new credit card offer for this fictitious person, or an envelope of random coupons. In the mail today was the funniest offer ever. It was an invitation for a subscription for a Conde Nast magazine, complete with travel agent discount. Charlie obviously has never held that position in his illustrious career. But somewhere, somehow, Charles Blown has helped people to realize their dreams of travel. And because of him we now are in possession of rather fancy heavy glossy luggage sticker-tags that proclaim His Property. Oh, go ahead. Laugh. You know you want to. Read the sticker out loud and guffaw.
2. We weren't really in a mood to celebrate the new year with fireworks and party kazoos. After Christmas excitement and veterinarian shenanigans a quiet evening at home sounded like just the thing. Charlie's assignment was to pick up something for dinner on the way home. We already had a bottle of champagne to drink at midnight. Instead of chicken cordon bleu, or fancy steak or lobster, tonight we dined on a completely delicious meal of vegetarian corn dogs, sweet potato french fries, onion rings, and an absolutely gorgeous local syrah. I retained my gourmet standing by not making the freakish ketchup-yellow mustard mixture that Charlie has to dip corn dogs in. I have my standards, you know. Spicy mustard all the way.
Happy new years!
1 comment:
We opted for a mellow night in as well. And coincidentally, I had a corn dogs too. lol. Plus, mozzarella sticks. Bad food is so good sometimes.
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