My physiotherapist is sterner: I have to do as much as I can and if it hurts? Live with it.
When we moved house, I made sure we signed up to a WOMAN doctor.
And with a pop like the cork of a bottle of Prosecco slipping sweetly from its neck, she dismounted from the wall.
We all need a doctor like the Fella's old doctor, who told him that because of his eczema, he should not do the washing up.
Olaf, a glass of Prosecco and some nibbles please!
But it's so much easier to have you do it. *bats eyes*
Here in south-central Texas, it's a balmy 72 degrees in the middle of the night. The Hill Country air is fresh and fragrant with the aromas of oncoming spring. Coyotes howl in the distance, but it's a symphony of lust for the new year, I think.
All is well.
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LOL. It sounds very nice. And I understand Texan men do the cooking sometimes
Perhaps if the Fella gets offered a job in Houston I'll consider it in the hopes that he acquires the mystic skill of man-cooking too.
If the Fella wants (or, to be more accurate, if you want) to cook like a Texan, there are three things he will need to learn:
1) Fajitas
2) Brisket
3) Barbecue
That last article -- barbecue -- requires some refining. In Texas, good barbecue consists of a slow-roasting process in a smoker that takes hours, but . . . oh, man, does it result in some tasty dining. The key to any good barbecue lies in the sauce. Everyone who considers themself a good Texas cook has their own recipe.
Just giving you a head's up.
Here is her salvation:
Its in cans
Throwing a saucepan at him is the traditional method. I remember my old Ma-in-Law saying something along those lines as she watched me struggle.
A dawn broke round here this morning, it's clear, cold & bright and blanketed by a light dusting of snow [at about 28F]. Nice to look at but that's all.
Willy, there are times when I wish I had a missile.
Well, first he might have to learn to put his fingers round a saucepan occasionally instead of saying I have a really important paper to write but after I finish it I am going to do tuna pasta sweetcorn for tea one night (that wondrous night not specified). But I will bear your helpful tips in mind for him.
Willy, there are times when I wish I had a missile.
I'm always available for Texas-themed cooking tips. Or, for general cooking. I've taught myself a lot.
And I'd dare ya to shoot it, HP.
Oh, my . . . that sounded a mite provocative, didn't it?
Guys, guys, you know Molly said no fighting in here. We don't want a day like when Spike's thread was still rampant, do we?
I'm just gonna grab a coffee and run now, finish off the sandwiches and the bacon and baked beans for breakfast - want some, you two? I have tiger bread to mop up the sauce.
Let me see, now.
Find matches, mount the missile in the tube properly,
clear the area, light blue touch paper and retire immediately.
I think that's it, Eh ?
LOL. That reminds me of a World's Dumbest clip I saw not too far back, in which a group of people in Waco, Texas, were lighting off a Roman Candle seated in a roll of paper towels.
You can guess what happened next.
Not quite as hilarious as the famous clip of the dachshund fetching a Roman Candle, but funny nonetheless.
Willy, if you ever find that link, I'd love to see it.
Here ya go.
I laugh my ass off every time I see it.
ETA: That's the roman candle dog clip; I don't know where to find the other one, but this one is the funniest by far.
as it were. She'd probably love that, although we'd have to listen to her go on about how, "It just doesn't taste right."
Oh, that's hilarious!Here ya go.
I laugh my ass off every time I see it.
ETA: That's the roman candle dog clip; I don't know where to find the other one, but this one is the funniest by far.
