Things are looking a little greener over looking south.
Went to the dentist this morning. My two front teeth started to disintegrate Monday morning. My front teeth are all patched up. And, my dental insurance, AKA Vista Card, is five hundred lighter.
My “Be Nice to Carlton” program includes letting him invite people for dinner. I really don’t like doing dinner. I’d be OK with it if he would let it be buffet and everyone sit where-ever. But, those who know Carlton know that he always sits at the table and expects everyone to do likewise. We have nice seating at a table for two. We don’t have easy seating for four. And no seating for more than four.
Also, Carlton thinks that I am a great cook. Wrong. I am an OK cook. Carlton is absolutely no judge of cooking. As long as the fish and meat is cooked, the green beans overcooked, and has no garlic whatsoever, he likes it. Last night he said my tuna paddies were as good as crab cakes. For this I am grateful. But, he thinks my skills are greater than they are.