That's it!

[gritsar]

I am sick and tired of eating soups and mashed pinto beans and cornbread (even though ranchhand can tell you how much I loveee my pintos). I don't care whether my gums are healed from the tooth extraction or not, I don't care how much it hurts me, I'm eating steak when DH gets home tonight. Steak put thru the food processor, but still, steak!

 

[ranchhand]

Uhm, dang. Yeah! That's it. What you need is a Nighthawk Chopped Steak dinner, the one with tater tots.

Can't get them here. I actually asked the company.

 

[ranchhand]

They have a deliciously decadent butter gravy on them. I always put the tater tots in the gravy, too.

 

[gritsar]

Nope, nice grass fed ribeye. With mashed taters and ranch beans, in your honor.

 

[ranchhand]

Beans? Uhm, don't you need to take a break?








Ranchie, fighting to keep a straight face.

 

[gritsar]

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No worries. No more trips to the dentist planned. Or anywhere in public for that matter.

(The feed store tomorrow don't count. It already smells in there.

)

 

[ranchhand]

*Ranchie crawls back to her cave, the one with the filtration system and sanity sensor. *

ACK! Sirens going by, 2 howling dogs! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...................................

 

[gritsar]

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Ah, poor Ranchy.

(HAHA! I hugged ya again!

)

Mine are jumping up and barking like two fools every time another chunk of snow falls off the roof and hits the ground.

 

[Imp]

chunk of snow

So that's what it's called now.

 

[gritsar]

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So that's what it's called now.

Behave yourself Impy!