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