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Fred also made a batch of vanilla ice cream, and he and Rick had big pieces of birthday cake and Nance and I had small pieces, and it was FABULOUS.
Rick, playing with my little camera, caught me doing the “Who ready for the snackin’?!” song. (flickr)
By 7:00, Fred could barely contain himself, and he made everyone come into the living room and sit down so we could start playing Catch Phrase. We played for hours, and by the time we were done I could barely keep my eyes open, and I think it was actually after 11:00 before we finally went to bed.
I slept like a rock until about 5:30, when the cats ran through the house with their asses on fire. All I could hear was ::thumpthumpTHUMP:: ::smack:: ::hiss:: ::thumpthumpTHUMP:: I managed to snooze on and off until after 7, and when I got up, everyone else was up. Nance and I sat and shot the shit for hours while Fred and Rick went off to work on Project: Thwart Mister “Douchebag” Boogers.
Late morning, Fred came in and suggested we have a big breakfast, and he and Rick went off to get bacon, then Nance and I made pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs.
Fred had already made Nance try some of his habanero jam and she liked it so much that I told her she was taking some of it home with her (along with some of his banana/ strawberry/ kiwi (non-habanero) jam, and I think I told her she was taking some pickles, too, whether she wants to or not).
I should take a moment here, also, to mention that Nance has become oddly obsessed with our chickens, and I think I’d better check her car when they leave, just in case she decides to steal one of the buffs. She and Rick both agreed that the eggs are really good, too – not “too eggy” at all!
I don’t remember what we did the rest of yesterday morning – I think we sat around on our respective computers (warning: dork convention!) and did some surfing, then Nance went off to take a nap, and at some point Fred and Rick were taking naps on the couches in the living room while I read magazines. It was a very relaxing Sunday afternoon, for sure – I don’t think Fred’s had that much downtime on a Sunday in many months.
We had BBQ for dinner – you can’t come visit the south and not eat BBQ! – and then we headed home for more cake.
Last night, we played CatchPhrase, and for a while it was Nance and Rick against Fred and I, then Nance and I against Fred and Rick, and then Rick and I teamed up, and we came to the very sad realization that Rick and I are the weakest links, because Fred and Nance kicked our ASSES all to hell and back, goddamnit.
I got mine back, though, when we pulled out the Trivial Pursuit Totally ’80s, and I totally kicked ass. By the time the game was over (Fred and I won, wahoo), we were all more than ready for bed, so Fred and I spent a few minutes with the foster kittens, then went off to bed.
Again, this morning I slept until about 5:30, then the cats started in with their damn racing through the house and I got up for a few minutes, then went back to bed and dozed on and off ’til 7:00.
It being Monday morning, I had to do my thing at the pet store, and Nance offered to come with me. There were quite a few kittens there (I can’t believe it, but Billy Bumbler, Jake, and Eddie Dean have STILL not been adopted! Also, Felicia, Elle, Punki, and Skittles haven’t been adopted, either (but Dulcinea has!)). Nance kind of fell in love with a little female Tommy lookalike.
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Nance has also fallen in love with the foster kittens upstairs – Keith is just a little hellion, and all Chemda does is walk around purring so loud her little body shakes. I think Nance could do without Brolo chewing on her feet, though.
After we left the pet store, we stopped at Publix for Wickles pickles* (I got Nance hooked on them), and another grocery store for Big Bob Gibson Bar-B-Q sauce, then we met up with Rick and Fred at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. After, Fred and Rick went off for another round of Project: Thwart Mister “Douchebag” Boogers and Nance and I went off to WalMart.
I don’t know what we’ll be doing the rest of the day – Fred and Rick are going to watch some big loud BOY movie, and I’m sure there’ll be plenty of game-playing this evening.
The only bad thing about Nance and Rick’s visit is that our cats just can’t stand them at all. At ALL. No, really.
Sugarbutt, filled with anguish and hatred. (flickr)
Mister Boogers cannot stand Rick. At ALL. Obviously. (flickr)
Miz Poo, the love slut, has attached herself to Nance for the duration. (flickr)
*I’ve looked high and low for a Wickles recipe so I could make my own, but having no luck. If anyone runs across a recipe, pass it this way, would you? These pickles are THE SHIT.
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Sounds like you guys are having a blast!
I’m going to guess Nance put ketchup on her steak. I used to absolutely drive my grandfather nuts by doing that – it “ruined” the meat according to him.
I’m so jealous of all the fun you guys are having – when are you going to host a bitchycon?!?!
Must be a local thing b/c I’ve never seen Wickles at my Publix. Sucks!
Ketchup is good on steak, people! Fred doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Heh.
Oh no – ketchup on a steak? Well, I just don’t know what to say.
Steak absolutely requires ketchup! I’m with you on that one, Nance. 🙂
OH MY GOD! I LOVE Catch Phrase. It is my most favoritest game in the whole wide world and it is not often enough that I can find people to play it with. I often literally pee my pants because I laugh so hard during that game!
I knew it was ketchup, first thing I thought of too also as well.
It sounds like all of you are having a wonderful visit 🙂 I hope Nance can get her webcam to work, I’d watch your video podcast.
Of all the things I miss about Huntsville, P3ggy Ann birthday cakes would be in the top 3. I had my mother fly one out to me one July- she got quite a few comments about a cake as carry-on baggage…
What Nance ate could no longer really be called ‘steak’, as it had all the meat cooked out of it.
Holy cow – you got a cake with THOSE “words” in the bible belt! I’m shocked. Ha ha! I hope Rick had a great birthday. First thing I thought Nance did with her steak is eat it well done. If that was the case, I’d need ketchup to cover up the shoe leather taste. I put ketchup on eggs – I’d probably even do it to “Not to Eggy” home grown eggs. 😉
When I was a kid, one Halloween someone adopted all the black cats/kittes from the animal shelter for horrible, sinister purposes that made the paper when the remains were found. Just a warning, but your beautiful kitties out for adoption and several cat head stories from yours/Freds blogs made me think about it. I have the shivers just thinking about it…
Steak well done? Omigod, put _something_ on it quickly, to hide the taste!
(When you said “travesty” I immediately thought, “well done steak”.)
Save the ketchup for the potatoes. Good home fries are great with ketchup.
Not to mention, French fries. I think it may be illegal to eat French fries
without ketchup (although I have a friend who likes hers dipped in mayo — yuck).
are they sweet pickles? or sour? I can’t eat sweet pickles. EWW.
I received this recipe for litter box cake via email at work today. Gross, but hysterical!
http://www.tackyliving.com/article.php?id=133
I discovered a new favorite game this weekend: Apples to Apples. Trust me. Laughed our asses off.
I kept reading to see if Mister Boogers did get thwarted???? When’s your birthday? I found a perfect card for him to send.
Dude, Rick is so molesting the Boogs..heh.
I have a feeling if I came over I would fall in lurve with your cats too, the chickens? I highly doubt it, unless they were deep fried with a side of mashed taters…WHOOHOO!! 😉
Ok I realize to fred that was like frying up the cats, sorry, my bad.
Seriously you guys know how to have fun, that sounds so relaxing and a true sign of friendship when you can just say “Hey I am going to nap now” and not feel the need to entertain 24/7!
Thanks for sharing your visit with us!
well done with ketchup??? that is a recipe for hell missy. 🙂
I agree with Nance – well done steak with ketchup. But I add A1 Sauce too. It’s the best!
Ketchup on steak is an Ohio/Western PA thing. I grew up in Cleveland and while I prefer my steak medium rare, I’d rather put ketchup on it than anything else! Now that I live in VA people think I’m nuts.
What Kay said. All of it, actually, but especially the “Molesting Mister Boogers” part.
Another awesome “Mister Boogers” themed band name. Shocking Mister Boogers, Molesting Mister Boogers – hell, anything you do to Mister Boogers sounds like a good band name.
My Packer went missing last night… will y’all send out good “come home soon, you dumb lug, we’re moving next week, also there are dogs and cars out there” vibes?
Why Robyn, look how tiny you look in that picture! I sure hope Nance takes one of the fosters home with her. She does not have enough kitties…..
LJ, shut yo mouth!
No, I did not take any of the fosters home with me (hello, doesn’t anybody remember the HELL that is Maddy?), but I will confess to tearing up when we took the foster’s to the petstore and I came really fucking close to bringing home Patrice because I am the wimpiest of wimps and she looked sad. Also: Tearing up does not mean CRYING so don’t even go there. And Robyn is a teeny tiny peanut and I HATE standing beside her. Amen.