DJ being the overly anxious kid that she is ran outside, jumped off the porch and into the pen, then screamed “POPO!!”
He quickly ran outside – he too had heard the scuffling and assumed the worst.
Then I hear my name being called with “bring your camera”. I knew it was both alright and worthy of a picture.
This is what DJ found:
I should mention that in addition to this one, Katchoo killed three more in the yard this morning. We suspect that the work next door, chicken feed, and the guy with all of the shit in his yard has all created quite the mouse population. I doubt my compost pile as well as the neighbors’ compost isn’t helping deter them.
They are out of the house – so I’m happier now.
After Garbanzo wrestled Ms Money Penny for her mouse (she did not want to relinquish it), we went to have dinner with our friends. A few weeks ago, I spoke about our friends from college that get together and have gluttonous food and drink sessions. We had another one tonight.
Tonight’s theme: Southern food. Beef brisket, collard greens, black eyed peas, hush puppies, fried okra, fried green tomatoes, corn bread, and homemade BBQ sauce made up the dinner menu. For dessert, Garbanzo made peach pie and Mississippi Mud Pie. Holy shit were they good. We are all in a food coma as I type.
I also served as bartender for the night. At Paige’s recommendation, I made Scarlett O’Haras – cranberry juice, southern comfort, dash of lime. And, found Scarlett’s counterpart – the Rhett Butler (southern comfort, Orange curacao, lime juice, lemon juice – shaken in ice). We drank almost the whole bottle of Southern Comfort. In fact, Garbanzo is passed out in bed as I type.
I have to watch out for Garbanzo when he’s been drinking. A comment was made about wanting to unbutton pants (being so full), and he looks at our friend who said it and said “Honey, I didn’t realize it was that kind of party. And, I thought we would at least wait until the kids have gone to sleep. Then we can work off some dinner.”
Our friend the doctor and her husband chuckled along as they pretended they understood the joke. (It was clear by their faces that they did not.) Garbanzo’s friend & college fraternity brother whose wife he made the comment to was laughing quite loudly because he did understand. His wife is actually laughing out loud and made some comment about Garbanzo just wanting to see her blue nipple. (She had breast cancer a couple of years ago, and the dye they used to check lymph nodes has never left her body and has turned her nipple a bluish tint.) And, I just shook my head wondering at what point is he going to be around our friends and say too much. Definitely need to limit his alcohol consumption.