Last night Neighbor went on a date. Which is an anomaly befitting one of the signs of the apocalypse. She went to dinner at her date's house, followed by movie watching. Her date (aka "Ghost Hunter") had bought a bottle of wine for dinner. Not being much of a wine drinker, she picked what she thought would be a nice bottle. Tried like hell to get the top off with her cork puller and couldn't figure out why it wasn't working. Until she noticed the bottle had a screw top.
Yes, I did laugh. And then I asked if she drank it out of plastic tumblers, like we do. Also, to clarify, I was not laughing at her. I was laughing because that's totally something I would pull.
Today Ghost Hunter is joining us for a bbq thingie on the river. We were hoping to put together a largish gathering of people (known and new), but it's looking a lot like it's just going to be the six of us. Which is totally fine, because I can't think of a better group to spend the day with.
I just wonder what the hell we're going to do with the rest of the 80 pounds of chicken that SweetPea is marinating.