Monday morning. I am at the computer. "I", the dog is nestled in a big chair to my left. Barking demands. She wants cookies. I give her one at a time syting, :"This is the last," She knows I am a pushover. One small yelp and I am on my feet fetching. Of course I think its suppose to be the other way around. Dogs fetching for us. Not in this household. They are the owners, they own us. Oh well, so goes life sometimes.
I must warn you. I have no subject, no dumb idea that is in my head. Of course there is always some sort of dumb idea floating around there somewhere. I usually am at least prepared. But not today. We had a call yesterday morning from my husband's daughter. She was coming to see him for a couple of days. He was excited. I flew through the house dusting, vacuuming quickly. I baked a ham, a cake. He bought more Dr.Pepper. At noon she called. She is a hundred miles away. She changed her mind. She is suppose to come today. We'll see. I am not redusting, renothing. I have ham, cake and lots of food. So it stands where it is.
Steve was disappointed. We had planned to take her to the bowling alley to meet family, at least the part that works there. So he wanted to go anyway. He had a beer and I a coke. After a short time he grumbled he thought I would have a drink at least with him. So I thought why not. I really didn't want one but thought maybe it would rise his spirits. I said a shot, a butterscocth shot. I found out after a sip, strong stuff. "It should have Bailey's in it. To make it better." Nobody she advised me with a shake of her head drinks that alone. So I pushed back my glass and grandly said, "Add it on, why not." Now I had two shots in the glass. It was afternoon and not one bite of food all day. After a sip or too it tasted better. I drank it all. The butterscocth substance now sliding down very well.
We got up to go. My daughter came. "I wish I had known you wanted something like that to drink, I would have made you a mudslide." Steve sat back down." Make her one," he advised with a sweep of his hand. I looked rather doubtful. I do not drink. The butterscocth what ever lay heavy now. She smiled, "Its made with ice cream you know." Bingo, I was sold. "Okay," I said. "Bring me one." She did.
This I thought as i took my first sip is what all food and drink should taste like. A thick milkshake. Chocolate streaked through it, piles of whipped cream and on the top, the best of all, a maraschino cherry. I drank, I smiled. I sang with the jukebox. I loved the world. Secretly I could have drank three more. They were wonderful. Just remember "Mudslides", if you are at the bowling alley and you want a super treat that later will make you lightheaded.Just tell Billie, whom I believe is "Super Tender", this skill left over from her "Hanky Panky" days.
Anyway we came home. The butterscocth and the mudslide didn't take a liking to each other. I stayed in the recliner for two hours. Not feeling so well. So no preprepared blog. No ideas, only fantasy's of the milkshake that carries the kick. If you happen to read this. Tomoorrow I will have a blog. I will look for a topic. I will do better. Oh I know I have made these promises before. But I swear this time is true. Now I may go get back in my chair and dream of that tasty concoction my daughter made. Please I want more. So today I am gone. Hoping to be back tomorrow. See you then.
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