So… How many people out there got hit in the head this weekend? And how many of us remember how it happened?
I’m on the first list, but gosh darn it if I failed to qualify for the second… All I know is that I’ve got a tender spot on the back of my head and a heck of a goose egg behind my right ear. My fiancee took a look at it last night and my scalp looks a bit abraded, so it must have been quite a whack. Pity that I don’t remember any of the details…
One possibility is that I smacked my head on some shelves whilst we were shopping on Saturday. We’d headed to Sam’s Club to pick up some storage bins for holiday decorations and various other Smithee related stuff. Of course, we picked up a bunch of other stuff while we were there… Some bad movies, some ink cartridges for the upstairs printer, a mondo-huge box of cereal and a few other things. And according to my Fiancee, we took a look at the freezer chest in their household hardware section… Thing is, I don’t recall any freezer-like details, so it’s quite likely that’s when I acquired the bump.
After that, we spent about an hour driving around, trying to get to Great Harvest for some bread. Y’see, we hadn’t realized just how insane Football Saturday traffic would be. The exit ramps from ’94 were closed down, and when we tried taking a different route, we ran into a surreal scene… All of the lanes of one street had been redirected to one-way traffic, and the side roads had been barricaded off. Even though there were five lanes pointing where we wanted to go, there was simply no way to get to our destination! We managed to mope our way back to a less insane location for a quick snack, then we hit the highway north for dinner with my future family-in-laws.
Once we’d gotten out of traffic, the evening was very enjoyable. We’d brought some Japanese ‘Pretz’ crackers, cheese and veggies for pre-dinner snacking (or, as my Fiancee calls them “Horse Dovers”), little one-glass bottles of wine for imbibing, and ice cream for dessert. Dinner was an excellent steak grilled up by Mr. Paul, along with custom-assembled salads, fresh farm corn, and tasty baked potatoes. We chatted and drank and socialized into the wee hours and wound up spending the night.
We were doing some house clean-up after driving home Sunday morning when my Fiancee discovered the source of the fruit-fly infestation. It seems that we’d forgotten about some potatoes at some point… They were quietly working their way toward vodka in a plastic bag in the kitchen. We wound up ditching quite a few things that had become contaminated with potato goo, but with that all gone we should finally be on the road to being rid of the flies…
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