March 10, 2009

White Dog, Richard and Steve pointedly suggested that I go read my email or make myself busy elsewhere while they discussed the menu for the P-A-R-T-Y (as if my education lacked spelling courses). Dutifully I disappeared and didn't eavesdrop. After a time the guys left and White Dog came to release me from exile. Richard and Steve returned with a huge carryout order from the BBQ joint ("All that food talks made us hungry!") and we sat down for a post-planning pigout.