So we got out. It was a no coat day, so when school let out Camper and I strolled around to scope out the families walking around. It was nice. We walked around a wee neighborhood that I never went into before. It was just like Reading, England! Lots of interconnected houses with walkways winding around in circles and lots of trees and bricks. Very pretty. Lots o’ old people. There were lots of boxes on peoples porches, problably Christmas presents :) It made me happy.
Then I called my bro to tell him that the chicken probably won’t be done for when he gets off work because it’s not unthawing. And there are guts in this one. I couldn’t find one without the giblets. And to tell you the truth, I’m not sure where they are. I think I have some vague recollection of the neck and guts being shoved up the…well…I don’t know. And wherever they are they are frozen solid. Costco pizza anyone?
My favorite part of that conversation was when I was telling him to tell his boss to kiss it (my exact words) because they want him to work until the last second he’s in Utah, and I’m all “I WILL GO CRAZY IF YOU CAN’T HELP US FOR ONE DAY,” and as soon as the words “kiss it” leave my mouth I look down to see a little joe with a Spongebob backpack looking at me like, “Thanks for the new vocab.” Beautiful. At least I’m leaving a little something for the neighbors.
