Jeff, sorry about that post. It was obscure, wasn't it?
It seems one of the dogs figured out how to sign on to SI and has been using my account for the last couple of days. I wasn't sure who it was at first, but when I found an empty box of Milk Bones under the PC this morning, I knew it wasn't the cat.
I also knew it wasn't my wife, she's been too busy getting ready for our big dinner party this weekend. We're having the Wexlers and Mr & Mrs Gary North over. It should be a fabulous evening, she's been planning the menu for months. Here's what's in store for our guests:
Appetizers:
Freeze-dried space snacks around the Wood-burning stove, plus exotic mixed drinks from my I|NOVA cocktail dispenser.
Entree:
Fumier de Cheval a la Alydaar, slow-broiled over a Honda Generator, accompanied by Tofu a la Tava and Ziti a la Zmax. To be washed down with a rare dehydrated '56 Chateau l'Alarmiste.
For dessert, a selection of freeze-dried space cookies, and home-made fudge-covered fruit cake.
As after-dinner entertainment, a little target practice: I am going to pay some of the local kids to pretend to loot the neighborhood, we are going to be "protecting our lives and property" with 12-bores!!!
Should be a blast, eh? |
