Spiky Bugger
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...can't bury them alive behind the garage, huh?
Family holiday gathering. On request, one thing I provided was a crock pot of meatballs in marinara sauce. (Mostly store-bought, but pretty good, and chicken-based and gluten free.)
There were, I think, about 40 meatballs. They were popular. But we were the first to leave, so we left the stuff there as the teenaged boys had not yet eaten themselves into food comas.
Today, we were told to stop by my sister's and get the crock pot. I asked if the meatballs had been finished off. "There were only about six left, so I fed them to the garbage disposal," she said.
Who throws away (gluten-free) meatballs? Who does that? Would it have killed her to dump them into a baggie?
But that's my sister. When she wants something, she wants it NOW. When she is done, she is done NOW. (I don't want to know how this relates to her sex life.). The very THOUGHT of comparison shopping is enough to raise her blood pressure. We both decided to refi our houses. Started at the same time. Called the same guy. My refi carries, I think, a half percent lower interest rate, because I didn't stop at the first offer. But without so much as a clue as to what anyone else might charge, she just figured it was a reasonable offer and went for it.
People look at us and think we have a lot in common. Hair color...similar styles...skin color...eye color, not much more.
Anyway, now I wonder what I'm gonna have for dinner. Probably not meatballs, huh?
Family holiday gathering. On request, one thing I provided was a crock pot of meatballs in marinara sauce. (Mostly store-bought, but pretty good, and chicken-based and gluten free.)
There were, I think, about 40 meatballs. They were popular. But we were the first to leave, so we left the stuff there as the teenaged boys had not yet eaten themselves into food comas.
Today, we were told to stop by my sister's and get the crock pot. I asked if the meatballs had been finished off. "There were only about six left, so I fed them to the garbage disposal," she said.
Who throws away (gluten-free) meatballs? Who does that? Would it have killed her to dump them into a baggie?
But that's my sister. When she wants something, she wants it NOW. When she is done, she is done NOW. (I don't want to know how this relates to her sex life.). The very THOUGHT of comparison shopping is enough to raise her blood pressure. We both decided to refi our houses. Started at the same time. Called the same guy. My refi carries, I think, a half percent lower interest rate, because I didn't stop at the first offer. But without so much as a clue as to what anyone else might charge, she just figured it was a reasonable offer and went for it.
People look at us and think we have a lot in common. Hair color...similar styles...skin color...eye color, not much more.
Anyway, now I wonder what I'm gonna have for dinner. Probably not meatballs, huh?