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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.
10-15-07