We stopped at this local Bowling Green institution for lunch. All the food was very fresh, and they had a good selection of ice cream, which I took advantage of:
As you can see from that paunch, I regularly partake of ice cream. I also purchased a nice souvenir mug:
I particularly liked it because it’s the color of a carton of Blue Bell. Perfect for sipping coffee. Or you could eat ice cream out of it.
Our son got married today.
Overheard in the Y locker room:
“What if K.C. went ahead and left without us?”
“He didn’t.”
“How do you know?”
“I have his phone in my pocket.”
(Cf. Forgotten Baby Syndrome)
At supermarkets there are several large signs on the side and back walls. These include “Deli”, “Dairy”, “Produce”, “Meat”, and “Seafood”.
I’ve always wondered about “Meat” and “Seafood”. Isn’t seafood meat? Shouldn’t it be “Seafood” and “Landfood”? Or the “Meat” sign with subheaders “Surf” and “Turf”? Or just one big sign that says “Food”?
This one ranks right up there with Interstate highways in Hawaii.
CVH attended a B2B expo.
There were several catering companies there.
She brought me back a menu from a BBQ company. Memphis pulled pork, ribs, sliced brisket; all cooked in their pits and smokers fresh each day. A selection of sauces: Memphis, Carolina, Sweet & Sour Mustard, and Hot Pepper.
“We’re having kale for supper,” she said.
The welcome board at the gym today read:
Congratulations!
You’re doing laps while the others are taking naps!
I’m not sure that message has the intended consequence.
Overheard in the locker room at the Y this morning:
“I’ve finished the Japanese. The Spanish is next.”
“That’s something.”
“Yeah, it’s what I decided to do.”
“That’s one of those real things.”
“Thanks.”
“That’s the right way.”
“My father drilled that into me, and I’ve always tried to live it. Never cut corners on tattoos.”
