Travelogue - 5 July 2008 (part II)
The Captain offers me lunch. He has forgotten the bread for our sandwiches. He has, however, remembered his Sam Adams, a bottle opener, and a plastic cup. As I eat my individually wrapped cheese slices, I curse men for their poor sense of priorities.
LOL!
Sometimes I come home, after a week away on business, to find the fridge bare - but a good bottle of wine open and on the go …. men!
Supper? Zilch!
Breakfast the next morning? You’ve guessed: Zilch!
I cant stop giggling. “as I eat my cheese slices”….heh heh.
I’ve been out of town for the past week and wasn’t able to access a computer….aaarrrgghhh! anyway…got quite the chuckles reading about your travels….love the cheese slices!
Men…
Mine forgot the bread for sandwiches today. But he spent time cutting up fresh watermelon, so I suppose he can be forgiven…