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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Did you say something?


"Marinated vegetables with LeSeur peas, baked beans or broccoli salad?", Leslie asked from the kitchen. She was wondering what we could take to the cookout this coming Saturday and I was sitting here, bored, trying to come up with a worthy entry for the blog. So here's what crossed my mind...

I had to ask Leslie to repeat her food list three times. The reason? I really don't care what we take to the cookout. She'll come up with something great and I'll eat it. End of story. I simply asked her to repeat it so I could put it verbatim in this entry. The fact is, I don't really even know what a LeSeur pea is, or why it would be in marinated vegetables. Before your ostracize me for being... well, a man, think about it. If the tables were turned, she'd do the same thing to me.

Imagine me standing over a bathroom sink with a leaky faucet. "Honey, do you think I'll need the channel lock pliers or an adjustable wrench, oh and do you think the flat head or Phillips head screwdriver will be needed"? Let's face it, I was tuned out before I got the word "adjustable". Bottom line, she really doesn't care what I fix it with as long as she can brush her teeth tonight.

Well, as long as I'm thinking about it, I always did like baked beans.

6 comments:

LeslieGreen said...

Alright, dadgummit! It'll be the baked beans since you care so much about it!!!... and you didn't think I read this thing...Leslie

Alan said...

Oops. Now I've done it.

George said...

"Beans, beans, the musical fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot."

Ferdlings said...

I get that too... "What will we take to the Supper Club?" she says. I usually have a list of three items to choose from, none of which are beer and Black Pepper Kettle Chips. "Who gives a damn" is never a good answer. Trust me.

Ferdlings said...

Oh, and it goes... "Beans, beans good for your heart. The more you eat, the better your heart gets."

Todd said...

Hi Les. I apologize in advance for every reference to flatulence made herein and forthwith...

George N.: "Dern, who farted."

Alan, Todd, Chuck, and C. Catoe: (laughing hysterically)