fellow travelers

how interrrrrrrrrresting.

Oh Dennis
Wherefore art thou?

I was going to use the phone booth to make a call today because my cell phone wasn't getting good reception and I was about half-way there when I realized I didn't have any coins on me so I turned back to go to my cabin to get some and then thought, "What the hey", and just continued onto the cook shack where I proceeded to prepare dinner.

I baked an apple pie this afternoon and after letting it cool down I to get a slice and smother it with vanilla ice cream but Lady Diane had eaten all her ice cream AND mine was I guilt tripped her into going to the market for a pint of vanilla so I can finish my pie, I now hear her driving into the garage; go to go now see ya later.

Well, this morning, after a visit with my girlfriend, Ann, I went to town and got my grocery shopping done, and came back and got tonight's dinner for 10 all made by 1:30 and I was sitting in my cabin trying to find something interesting on A2K when there was a knock at the door, "Who could that be, I thought to myself", and well, it was the two funny and nice guys who are leaving for good today, so after hugs all around and exchanges of emails, they left, so I went back to my computer and lo and behold, there was another knock, and this time it was Dave who had come to tell me there were two more for dinner, so dang if I didn't have to go back out and get a few more pork chops, and well, I can tell you I wasn't too impressed with the late notice, but that is my life and I'm not a martyr, no, really, I'm not, so I just shrugged and got back into the kitchen which seemed a bit like a prison and whipped up a bit more dinner, then I decided I may as well wash the dang floor, so did that too, plus got dessert ready, and then I was finally free to come back and sit on my butt for an hour.

Butts spread out when you sit on them too much Mame.

What's for dessert?

Yay for the Lady Diane!

I bet she's a formidable phone banker.

I'm about to walk down to my local convenience store and get a pint of ice cream. And it's all your fault, Dys.

Do you want me to send you a quarter or make that call for you, Mame?

What kind of camp is it that you're cooking for?

Thank you, Spendi, but I don't get much of a chance what with all the walking back and forth that I do and I heard it said my butt was in fine condition, so that should put your mind at ease.

Pound cake with warm mixed berries on top and real whipped cream. Yum.

Ah, I skyped him, but thanks for the offer, JT. You'd have to send the money to General Delivery in this burg anyway.

I'm cooking for a geological exploration camp. This is our fourth month here. We're packing up on the 20th.

Can't be too much of a burg if you have broadband.

Pop. 1126. No sushi in sight. 50% of the "restaurants" are fast food I'd say that was a burg.

A berg is a village of 500 with NO restaurants in it. Your in a large city!

I worked all day...AND had to provide morning tea for all my fellow workers.

How come you people had time to be smart arses around the place, and go out to eat, and steal ice-cream from each other?

bismarck herring in sour cream with a cold spaten... yummo!