Menu... Interrupted

Menu Plan Monday is being rescheduled until I get a handle on a couple of bills, and get Easter out of the way. It's not a big thing, I'm just going to float on through (to the other side.. do do do) with what I have in my cupboards. Which, I mentioned last week, is a ton. So we are still eating pretty danged skippy around here, but my poor menu planning is suffering. And so is my sanity. I've been waiting until the last minute to figure out what to have for dinner. The entire reason I started menu planning was to avoid that, and here I sit. In this deep, dark hole.. called "what's for dinner". I can tell you this much baby, it ain't beef.

Oh, wait. It is. Corned Beef. Happy St. Patty's Day bloggers! Me, being the family traditionalist that I am (and read that closely, I said family traditionalist not Irish traditionalist), have already started the Corned Beef, Cabbage, Carrots, and Potatoes that I whip up every single March 17th. I actually don't care for Corned Beef, but T-Bone loves it, and it only happens once a year, unless I get a great deal on Corned Beef (like I did the other night) and buy more. I'm looking at two helpings of the stuff within the near future. Somebody save me!

Anyway, this post is completely random. I really don't have a topic of choice today, just like yesterday. And the day before. Oh, and the day before that too. But it's all good, for some reason, even boring blog material captivates some people. Only some. But that's good enough for me!

My sister showed up last night, her hubby wanted to try out one of his newer guns. Since we live out in the country, and they live in town, it seemed logical that they came up so he could fire off a few rounds. T-Bone loves nothing more than playing with fire arms, so he was in heaven. Even more so in heaven, because he loves to entertain.

As always, my poor sister was trying to run out the door to leave, and T-Bone was trying to hold her back with another "Hey, have you seen this?". He is so horrible with that. Mainly, he stops people who are trying to leave with his collection of guns (which stalls them for a good hour) but since my sister and her hubby had already been bored delighted with the guns on a previous visit, they were spared.

Instead, T-Bone tried to stall them with pictures. I think that my sister and her hubby drew straws on the way up here to see which one would escape to the vehicle with the kids and wait, while T-Bone held the other hostage entertained. My sister must have lost, she stood in the doorway after her hubby escaped, waiting impatiently for T-Bone to show her some ancient cartoon caricatures that were drawn of his family eons ago.

She escaped in a pretty timely fashion, if you ask me. Lucky her, I get bored to death to be regaled with T-Bone's shenanigans every day.

The things we do for lust love.

I was dragged out of bed at nine seven this morning by a peculiar phone call. I was so tired confused by the call that I had to listen to it twice. And what's even better? I only caught half of it on the answering machine. Because, I, like the dumb ass that I am, picked the phone up halfway through the caller's message, and merely sat listening to him. Yeah. I did. I LISTENED TO THAT POOR SOUL WHO THOUGHT HE WAS STILL TALKING TO MY ANSWERING MACHINE. And I didn't even know it. It's one thing to screen calls, it's another to be the silent breather on the water bed grassy knoll that's hanging onto your every word because she thinks she is listening to her answering machine. Through the handset. It was such a duh moment. I hope that guy never finds out, he will never think the same of me again.

Anyway, on with my story. He was telling me my answering machine about how he wants to give away his second camper at the camp grounds behind us, and would like for us to take it. Pull it out, scrap it, keep it, leave it, use it, LIVE IN IT, just please take it off his hands. He can't afford the 2 lot rents at the camp ground, and he has a perfectly functional camper that is a tad bigger because they built onto it.

Let me say, I was thrilled. Must have been thrilled enough to be one of those phone breathers, but that is besides the point. This camper is nice, it's big, and it is currently on a lake front spot at the camp grounds. And the owner would love for us to come back. New seasonal campers can't get a lake front unless they go and buy a lake front camper that is for sale. And we were just handed one, for free. I can't wait to see T-Bone's reaction tonight when I tell him!

Better yet, I think I'm just going to let him read this and find out how his buddy from NJ must have thought that our answering machine was alive and breathing while he left his message. Good grief, I'm going to be razzed about this one.. FOR A LONG TIME.

Keep me in your thoughts people, I'm going to need it!