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How Old Married Folks Plan Their Piggledy Meals
CarolineNot: We don't have any meat thawed.
Charles: I think I'll do ribs. I wouldn't want to put them on until noon, anyway, and they'd thaw by then.
CarolineNot: Nuh-uh.
Charles: Yeah, I'll put them in the van. That'll heat 'em right up.
CarolineNot: *gasp* You're gonna kill us!
Charles: *satisfied chuckle* And we need to have some of that corn.

Charles: Oh, it's ripe. A lot of it's ready to eat.
CarolineNot: Nuh-uh.
Charles: Oh, you don't know anything about corn.

For how great [is] his goodness, and how great [is] his beauty!
corn shall make the young men cheerful, and new wine the maids.
Zechariah 9:17
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