TW has been telling me for more than a week… "Don’t let me forget the cheese and crackers. Preferably one of the cheeses listed on the jar of ginger stuff" or "Don’t let me forget the potluck on Monday." I have an email sitting at the top of my inbox, where it has been for a week, with that first quote in it. Today, during synchro, she asked me not to let her forget the potluck. She hasn’t forgotten, neither have I.
Well the potluck is tomorrow. Love the Irish – a combo Valentine’s Day/St Patrick celebration. We didn’t forget but we also have not actually purchased cheese – or crackers. The first problem I had was that I didn’t know what "the jar of ginger stuff" was. Without knowing that, I couldn’t know what kind of cheese to get, could I? So I didn’t.
I just read 18 email digests for work. With each closed digest, I saw that "Don’t let me forget…" email and I asked her several times what she planned to do about it. Her first response can’t be blogged ’cause I pledged no profanity on this blog. Her second response was "Do we have any cream cheese?" Huh? We went from "preferably one of the cheeses listed on the jar of ginger stuff" to "cream cheese"??? Whatever. We might have cream cheese. But we don’t have crackers. Unless cheese-nips count. And I don’t think they do.
She heads to the kitchen and brings me back the "jar of ginger stuff". It’s a jar of ginger stuff. From the Ginger People (I really like their crystalized ginger pieces) and it does list cream cheese as an option. It also lists oatmeal. We have oatmeal. She could make everyone bowls of oatmeal! That works, right? She laughs but says no.
She does not want to get back in the car. I, in case you haven’t guessed, am not volunteering. So now here is her potluck contribution… Gummi Candies. In weird shapes, like hamburger shapes and stuff like that. She bought them when we went for our IKEA/Michelle birthday trip to Atlanta and when I said "why are you buying that?" she ignored me – only to discover when we got home that not a living soul in this house (except her) will eat those things. Now she wants to take them to potluck. At work. With a bunch of home economists.
I live with strange people. And I am still not volunteering to drive to the grocery store tonight. Or in the morning. She can take the Gummis.
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I grinned all the way through this until I got to the gummi bears when I burst out laughing. Still chuckling.
I hope she enjoys the potluck!
She tried to tell me that the gummies were a huge hit and everyone wanted her recipe.
😉