Oct. 19th, 2012 12:21 pm
Boy's night in
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muckefuckI had a rare evening to myself last night, what with the Old Man at a work-related dinner at Rosebud. (Boy, did he ever unload on the food: "Tough dry chicken, cold pasta, mushy reheated eggplant parmesan"--and insult to injury there wasn't even enough wine to wash it down with.) Normally an opportunity for dinner out with an old buddy, but it was Game 4 of the NLCS and I didn't want to be far from home.
So instead I stopped off at Whole Paycheck and picked up a pack of no-nitrate uncured beef hot dogs (at $1.50 a wiener!), some broccoli salad, a bag of cheddar beer chips, and a slice of pumpkin pie. (Two slices for $6, a whole pie for $7.99? Wait, what? Oh, I see: the whole pie is vegan. Yeah, no thanks.) Then I hunkered down in front of the television and watched the Cards tar the hapless Giants 8-3. The iconic image for me is the one of Pablo "Kung Fu Panda" Sandoval sitting spread-legged in the dirt after failing yet again to get a runner out. (Least he got a consolation home run once it no longer mattered.)
Disappointingly, no phone message from Mike the Plumber. Not the way to preserve goodwill after you've just flooded someone's kitchen, Mike. If he doesn't call today, I guess we'll ring him and see what he has to say for himself. No new water so far, and there's enough of a gap now between the cabinet bottom and the frame that I don't think we need to rip it right out or punch some holes for moisture to escape, but I plan on calling Dad tonight for his expert opinion.
So instead I stopped off at Whole Paycheck and picked up a pack of no-nitrate uncured beef hot dogs (at $1.50 a wiener!), some broccoli salad, a bag of cheddar beer chips, and a slice of pumpkin pie. (Two slices for $6, a whole pie for $7.99? Wait, what? Oh, I see: the whole pie is vegan. Yeah, no thanks.) Then I hunkered down in front of the television and watched the Cards tar the hapless Giants 8-3. The iconic image for me is the one of Pablo "Kung Fu Panda" Sandoval sitting spread-legged in the dirt after failing yet again to get a runner out. (Least he got a consolation home run once it no longer mattered.)
Disappointingly, no phone message from Mike the Plumber. Not the way to preserve goodwill after you've just flooded someone's kitchen, Mike. If he doesn't call today, I guess we'll ring him and see what he has to say for himself. No new water so far, and there's enough of a gap now between the cabinet bottom and the frame that I don't think we need to rip it right out or punch some holes for moisture to escape, but I plan on calling Dad tonight for his expert opinion.