Val is indeed a genius. It's how she became her high school Val the victorian, as pronounced by a former student. I present for you proof. Exhibit A:
sos te;;omg ,ee MPW abpit tjos
You know what that means, right? Oh, wait. You DON'T? Well then. Perhaps you're not ready to be a victorian. That phrase above is a reminder I typed myself for today's tale. It appears that HIPPIE and Val are not yet in sync, even after two months of togetherness at the kitchen table. Or else the keyboard had keys that moved about on April 1. The original meaning of that phrase was:
SOS telling me NOW about this
Okay. So I was still a letter off. But at least you can see what I was getting at with my self-note.
I called my sister the ex-mayor's wife on Thursday to firm up details for our upcoming CasinoPalooza. We discussed my premise that I'm okay with not going to all seven of the casinos Sis showed us on our very first CasinoPalooza. In fact, I only enjoy four of them, and go along to the rest to be a good sport.
Sis reminded me that two of those casinos are in a town 30 minutes away, where there's a restaurant that Hick suggested our first time there.
"I know you guys like to eat at that steakhouse near them. Ex-Ex-Mayor and I went there again when you weren't with us. While we were sitting at the table, I saw a MOUSE run along the wall! I wanted to keep my feet up the whole time!"
I could hear the ex-ex-mayor my sister's husband in the background, saying, "She DID keep her feet up the whole time!"
So my whole shock lies not in why they didn't just get up and leave, nor in my belief that most restaurants have mice but the mice are smart enough to stay hidden during the day. The source of my shock is that
SIS IS TELLING ME ABOUT THIS NOW!
Seriously. Could she not have sent me a text when it happened? Or even the day after they got back home? Why wait until we're planning a trip together? Hick, The Pony, and I have made one trip out there without Sis and Ex-Ex-Mayor. We didn't eat at that restaurant, but we COULD HAVE!
I think I should have gotten a heads-up about this bold mouse before I had a chance to go back there unawares, and enjoy that restaurant's delicious food. Not a reveal after I might have eaten mouse steak.
Anyway... maybe that restaurant keeps their food locked up so well that the only time a little hungry mouse can find something to eat is when people are dining and the meal is on the table.
Heh, heh! Sis keeping her feet up! AS IF that little mouse couldn't shinny up a chair leg like Newman shinnying up a tree to get Elaine's boyfriend Puddy's fur man-coat that she tossed out the window of Joe Mayo's apartment when they didn't give him the massaging recliner because George kept it.
I once saw a cockroach crawling on the wall of an Italian themed restaurant which has unlimited bread sticks and salad. I will never eat there again.
ReplyDeleteI think MOST people would join you in being an "anticockroachite."
DeleteI am great at touch typing, too, except when I am not by getting one key off. Ewww, a mouse where I eat!
ReplyDeleteThe sad thing is, I delete the phrase, start typing again, and see the same result! I guess I need to pay attention to the little raised lines on the bottom of the F and J keys. I never even noticed them until just now looking down at the keyboard!
DeleteYeah, the thought of a mouse really bothers me. But then I watch a show like The Amazing Race, and see food sitting out in the sun, uncovered, at a market somewhere like India, and the thought of one little mouse on the floor doesn't seem so bad...
Hah! I have the same thing happen with ; instead of 'l' with 'i' and 'o' swapping places, also happens with 't' and 'h'. SO many times I write 'anyhting' instead of anything and just now typed anstead by mistake and had to fix it.
ReplyDeleteI think our minds are too fast for our fingers!
DeleteGross! I was watching a TV show that included a scene in the ER with a woman who stop vomiting because she drank a glass of milk with a dead mouse in the bottom of the glass! That would win over a live mouse on the floor!
ReplyDeleteGlad I don't drink milk! You can't see through it to check for dead mice.
DeleteMy mom used to say what you don't know won't hurt you. She worked at a cokkie packaging company and said when they dropped them on|the floor, they had to pick them up and package them. Eww.
ReplyDeleteWhen The Pony was a young 'un, he squeezed the wrapper of his soft chocolate chip granola bar too hard on the way to the car before school. Half of it fell on the garage floor. I got The Pony strapped into his booster seat, but he cried until I picked up that granola bar and gave it to him.
DeleteThe thought of that incident still hurts me, but The Pony remembers it fondly.