While out grocery shopping with the girlfriend the other day I noticed she had written 'toilet paper' on the list of stuff we needed. I saw it and I said, "Hon, we got toilet paper the other day. Remember? We bought that Seventh Generation brand that was on close out at Ingles."
She said, "Oh I forgot we bought that."
"So we don't need to buy any today then."
She said, "Nope. I guess not."
I opened the Seventh Generation package I thought was toilet paper this afternoon. Turns out it was paper towel.
After I get back from getting a hair cut and buying toilet paper this afternoon, I cut up some lean pork and put it in a pan with a little water and some bar-B-Q sauce. I put it on to cook and then ascended to lair that holds my computer. I began reading blogs and listening to the MP3 version of the new Nick Lowe CD that my new blog pal Beth at Cup of Coffey sent me. So there I am reading your blogs and enjoying Nick when I noticed an odd smell. I ran down stairs and holy crap, there it was. I fucking burnt the pork. Some of the blame rests with you people for writing all those great posts that keep my ass glued to my chair, but I'll take the hit this time.
We'll be having vegetarian pizza tonight with a salad instead of pork bar-B-Q sandwiches and salad, but at least we won't be wiping you know where with paper towel.
5 comments:
Damn. And I was in the mood for barbecue pork. Guess I'll take my freeloading self elsewhere tonight.
How's the Nick?
No worries Beth. You can come over when I make some spicy chicken stir fry. And I love the mellow coutry esque grove of the new Nick Lowe, thanks again for sending it to me.
doesn't that seventh generation stuff kind of chafe you know where? (when i was young, i thought that recycled toilet paper was actually toilet paper, recycled.)
Kelsi-Believe me I was dreading using that recycled toilet paper. A breathed a huge sigh of relief when I discovered it was paper towel. I am sensitive down you know where, or was that too much info for you?
Last year, when I was visiting my parents, who live near Knoxville, I saw an "Ingles." I wondered why a store in Tennessee would be called the Spanish word for "English," until my parents made reference to the store. Shouldn't it be "Ingle's?" (with an apostrophe)
Maybe that's my Chicago roots showing-- we add an apostrophe-s (blogger Grant Miller has made reference to this). I never realized this until one night one when a friend of mine pointed out that the name of our football stadium in Chicago is "Soldier Field", not "Soldier's Field." We also call our most popular grocery store "Jewel's" although it is actually called "Jewel." Like I said, it's a Chicago thing.
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