A really nice guy named George is in my garage attempting to eliminate the God-awful stench that seems to be emanating from the undercarriage of my refrigerator.  Did I admit to him that I left those pork chops on the bottom shelf too long, or that the ½ & ½ may have leaked out a bit more than I had thought?  Hell, no!  Anyways, I think it’s a dead thing – that’s my story.

Anyhoo – we’ve had lots of great stories to tell this year and the advent of “Heidi Hits the Town” made for quite a few doosies.  If I remember correctly, we began that little venture in mid-September and it has proven phenomenal fodder for this little blogger; and I’d wager some serious juice for my stalwart DD’s. I fear the day they join forces to create a montage of their cell phone-captured impromptu singing performances and pictures from these excursions. Look out Youtube!

Last night, Emily and I headed out in the pouring rain and arrived at my dear friend Josh’s place – he’s a nice guy, too.  Hadn’t been there for a bite in quite some time and needed a little POSH fix.  He was prepping for a catering gig, but had time for a quick hug and a chat.  We ate some quail and some frog legs sans utensils – a first for Emily. (Not the finger thing, the frog thing) I’ll tell you what, if no one looks at you funny when you lick your fingers in a fine dining establishment – it’s just the right joint for me.

For some strange reason a B-52 sounded really good right then!!  It’s chocolate milk with a kicker and I love the way POSH makes them. All ingredients are poured into the pool, shaken in ice and strained.  Very cold and very tasty with that nice bit of froth on top – thanks, gang!

Off to T-Cooks!  I love that place–not just for the wonderful food and the wonderfully nice Lee Hilson, but also for the architecture and the warm fuzzy feeling you get upon entering the property and walking through the restaurant. It’s got that Arizona glow that is only enhanced by the generous wine pours.  David and Sammie decided to join us for $2.00 tacos – one of the best deals in town! 

We moved from the bar to some cushy chairs and couches and I sunk in deep.  At that very moment, I realized that I was on my self-imposed vacation!  Two weeks of unadulterated laziness and sleep.  Peter Mayle’s  “A Year in Provence” awaits on my bedside table, my unending playlist of Law & Order is qued up; I’ve already been to the liquor store, and good friends are arriving this weekend.  Christmas Eve is 6 days away and Santa Claus is coming.

That nice man, George, just knocked on the door and had located the cause of the stink.  He handed me the bill, winked and said, “I think it was some sort of dead thing.”  Nice!