Saturday, December 3, 2016

Is the 27th Anniversary Gift Beverages?

Still waiting on the Hick Sweden stories. He is playing Santa on Saturday morning, and has out-of-town visitors from his factory coming to see his Shackytown on Sunday morning, then his annual company Christmas dinner on Sunday night...so it's gonna be a while. Plus he's been sick, so his empty head is all foggy right now. There's a story about his sickness that will be inflicted on you tomorrow.

In the meantime, let's pretend we are the cast and audience from Hee Haw. But instead of hollering, "Hey! Grandpa! What's for supper?" you can just telepathically send me, "Hey! Val! What's from Goodwill lately?" Uh huh. I heard you.


We have an orange juicer and an ice crusher, purchased early on the day that The Pony crashed himself. I know it looks like there's more stuff on my old kitchen table over in the BARn. That's stuff Hick never told me about. Not sure what's there on the left, in the rear. I first thought they were fancy plunger business-ends, with broken handles. Or maybe some very stable candlestick holders. I also see a moonshine jug in that box. I hope Hick isn't brewing up The Recipe like those elderly sisters on The Waltons. I've never seen that maroon chair before, either. But I assume the firestarter trigger thingy is not new. Or even new to Hick.

Our anniversary was last Thursday. Yes. On Thanksgiving. We were kind of busy that day. Now, with Hick sick, I don't expect he's planning any celebration. Just think of what MIGHT have been...

Val could have had that red chair pulled out for her, and Hick might have served her a fresh orange juice slushy topped with flaming moonshine, with ambience provided by stubby candles in sturdy bases, (or had tasteful accoutrements for unclogging, should she have needed to use the facilities harshly).

It's been a stomach-churning, sweave-filled, wild, fascinating ride, Hick. Here's to another 27 years, my Sweet Baboo!

Too bad he doesn't read my blog...

Upon further consideration, it's probably a GOOD thing he doesn't read my blog.

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    1. Oh, he KNOWS! Every now and then, he'll say, "I've got a story for you." Or, "Did you tell them about my...?"[fill in latest Goodwill treasure here]

      Still waiting on his Sweden travel stories that he even TOOK NOTES ON.

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  2. Val--Once you reach the point where you've been married for twenty-something years, no celebration is necessary.

    All that is needed is deciding, every night, NOT to block the breather tube. At least not this night...

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    1. That decision is out of my hands for now, since he is clogged from his cold, and barely breathing anyway.

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  3. I thought those candle thingies looked like New Years Eve noise makers.

    I'm pretty sure the 27th anniversary is the New Years Eve noise maker year.

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    1. That's as good a deduction as any. Seeing as how Hick LOVES noise!

      Last night, watching our DVR of the OU/OKU Bedlam game, which decided the champion of the Big 12 (BOOMER SOONER!), he again brought high-decibel snacks, the unwrapping of which drowned out the TV. Thank goodness I had REWIND.

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  4. Happy Anniversary! Mine is coming up in just two weeks ...... 43 years of wedded bliss? Maybe bliss isn't the right word, but I wouldn't change much!

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    1. WOW! You've definitely served more time that I have!

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  5. I can't make fun of Hick for being enthusiastic about Goodwill finds, I'll leave that to you. As you know, I've been known to prowel Goodwill, and even ask for lower prices.

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    1. Yes, better to leave that task to the master.

      Rumors of your Goodwill bartering have NOT been greatly exaggerated.

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  6. Happy anniversary to the sickie and you. Bringing the Swedes to see the sheds, huh? I'm certain a story will evolve. I love your writing!

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    1. Thanks. I don't think the visitors include Swedes. All I know is that out of the three of them, one is the German, Hans, and one is the Colombian, Felipe.

      I'm pretty sure last time Hans was here, Hick took them to eat at the FelineFish Skillet, and one of the party was allergic to fish.

      He says Felipe's wife is related to Castro. Even though Cuba is a separate country. You never know WHAT story you might get out of Hick. All I know for sure is that we sold them a used Toyota Corolla.

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