Weekend Recap

So it was Pinewood Derby weekend for all the lil cub scouts in our area. And according to Mr B, dad tensions were running high over their lil cubby's race car. Mr B said that actual f-bombs were released....in the church!....where the race occurred. Aren't men ridiculous?!? I mean it's just a race, for crying out loud. It's not like the Olympics or world peace is at stake. Good grief...

Lil brother spent the night with Honey (Mr B's mama) this weekend. He said they had a good time watching Deal or No Deal and that mostly Honey stayed awake while he was there (she frequently takes geri-naps with no warning). Lil brother said that Honey even let him make toast in the broiler (I know, RIGHT?!?) And he said he burned it really bad, but Honey wouldn't let him throw it away. "She dus scraped all de black off and ate it anyway!" he reports in amazement. "She said it tasted pretty good (he looks sceptical at this). But I didn't want any..." (nose wrinkled up).

I tell you what, old timers aren't about to throw a single solitary scrap of food away. There will be no wastefulness on Honey's watch-ho no siree!!! There is no black crust too tough for her scraping skills. Mr B swears that we are all gonna die of botulism one of these days from Honey's cooking because she will keep every scrap of leftover food in the freezer for YEARS...and then whip it out and boil it up and put it on your plate when she knows you're coming for dinner. Laws! It's a eat-don't-ask policy when dining with Honey.