Monday in Annapolis, Maryland graced us with a temperature of 79 degrees. My foodie husband and our foodie friends decided to take advantage and grill out. These guys don't do anything the traditional way and it's standard procedure that when Nat and Kurt get in the kitchen, Kristi and I tend to drinking, watching chick flicks on the couch and discussing serious topics such as "should I get feather extensions?" (Answer: Yes, obviously.)
Like typical children bursting with energy on the first day of warm weather, Kristi and I tired of TV and obnoxiously saying "Guacamole,"but pronouncing it " ha-wuakamole" over and over again pretty quickly when it occurred to us that the boys had mentioned lobster. We peaked into the kitchen demanded the lobsters be set free!
|Insert, "He's her lobster" jokes here.|
Like I said, the husband-folk wanted to grill. There came a time when something had to be done. You can't just put a lobster on a grill. Kristi and I said our final goodbyes and darted back into the living room hiding under pillows and loudly singing "LA LA LA LA LA" while Kurt... took care of the situation.
|How is it, that he's actually kind of cute?|
|Yay, brightly colored food. That means it's healthy, right?|
|Serving it up family style with pork tenderloin on a bed of shredded, sauteed, brussel sprouts.)|
|Looking a bit tired, post allergy attack and sans make-up with glasses but I still want to remember this night.|
|Normal: Hubs with his nose in a wine glass.|
Not Normal: Chris is a ghost now? That's new.