Anyway, the house is quiet, and my great white shrimper (and son & sidekicks) are out for the evening. Please, Lord, allow the additional $61.94, $10, $14.40 & $35.59 spent this week, bring home a nice catch. (I am totally serious. Those are the receipts on the desk for incidentals for tonight's excursion) Last night I said, "Seriously, I really would rather spend the $6-8 at Publix for shrimp when I need it." (usually, once or twice a year for a party dish, since Jack doesn't eat seafood. Again, serious.) He looked me dead in the eye and said, "Really? You can't put a price on an night at home by yourself, can you?" Darn it!!! How'd he figure THAT out?! I thought I was being so sly! But now that I think about it, I guess there were little hints that led him there... Monday: "Hon, are you going shrimping on Friday?" Tuesday: "Hey hon, have you heard anything about shrimping?" Wednesday: "Did you hear from Todd?" Thursday: "Please call Todd and see what's going on for tomorrow!" He's catchin' on. ; ) Now, to break the silence - with popcorn & a wine opener! Happy Friday!
