Gosh, that reminds me of my little brothers infamous dinners. Don't expect to eat until at leat 9pm. even when the time declared is 6. No matter what, the main course will never be ready until 9, and he'll be slapping hands as you try to salve your hungry tummy on the sides before the final dish is ready.
So he's kind of a known quantity now, that you have to sneak snacks beforehand.
Yikes, Zen. No problem like that with my in-laws. My FiL has alarms set on his watch for noon and 6pm, and if we aren't sitting at the table when it goes off, his bitching begins.
I will have a meal with your FIL ANYTIME, Scrappy.
Oh, god, I just did my taxes and my AGI is even more negative than it was the previous year. This time I somehow get a refund. Two dollars! My financial life is ridiculous.
Clearly not ANY time, Jesse. Noon and 6pm!
And the arguments have begun. Lucky I already have whiskey.
Clearly not ANY time, Jesse. Noon and 6pm!
BECAUSE THOSE ARE THE TIMES THAT LUNCH AND DINNER HAPPEN.
Well, I'm glad we got that sorted out.
Hey, is anyone going to be available for lunch/brunch/drinks around 1:30 next Saturday in Oakland?
Normally I would, but already I have a 10:00 hair appointment in Palo Alto that day.
I didn't do much of the cleaning I promised myself I would do today, but I got the kitchen clean. I also just pruned the heck out of my Japanese maple. I have no idea if I did it right, but the tree looks happier now, so I am counting it as a win.
I didn't hear back from two of the places I sent applications/emails (need to follow up on them), but I did from a third, so now I am filling out an application for Rupert [link]
Put the deck furniture out. Look at the sheen on it! [link] We'll see how 2 coats of oil holds up for the season. It's smooth as silk. So awesome.