Oh my, oh my. Shaun’s daddy just called to tell us that he’s sending a package of fresh frozen cod up to us, and he threatens that the next package will be *swoon* king crab. We’ve still got–scallops? I can’t remember. No, shrimp! Frozen in the stand-up (as I call it) freezer. Hm, if the weather gets nicer this weekend maybe I can talk Ted into grilling a bunch of shrimp. I believe Shaun’s parents’ll be here, and my parents, and Emily’s in town, and we can get Coby to come over… we could have a regular little party of it! MmmMMMMmmmm.
current mood: avaricious
music: Jim Byrnes, Fresh Horses
miles to Rivendell: 436
Wench.
Can I come visit too? o.o
Well I suppose I could be talked into it. :)
*beam*
Packpackpack.
:)