So, Starrhillgirl and I invited ourselves over to C&W’s place. #1 I haven’t seen C in a long time, to talk at at least. #2 C was chomping at the bit to make a little fun of Starrhillgirl. #3 there was swimming to be done!
So SHG and I headed on over with wine (from me) and food (from her) to have a little early evening/early week fun and food and booze and gossip. We all settled the food in to cook and settled ourselves in at the pool with drinks in hand. I can’t cover everything but we sipped and ate. We hooped and swam. We giggled and joked. We also said some very off colour things about porn. I guess I mean me. I said those things. No one complained! Except C, a little…. a lot. I think she will invite me back, though. We finished the night with one last dip in the pool as the bats dive bombed the bugs just above our heads. I have a bit of a bat theme these days. They are now almost constant companions on the porch in the evenings.
Things I have eaten: The cilantro needed to be used up and I had green beans that were begging for mercy so I made salsa and green bean salad: beans, toms,onion, wine vinegar, olive oil.
Tonight I made an attempt to use as much veggies as I could. They are are making babies and none shall go to waste! So dinner was a stir fry of onion, green pepper, yellow squash and red cabbage.
While I was writing I was graced with a late evening visit from S. We had to sit on the porch. It is important work. She has lots of bats too.Â
xo,
LB
i want a friend with a pool without bats. i never see bats. is it a c’ville thing? maybe the bats can’t afford to live in snobville? maybe the bats don’t like republicans. smart bats.
I used to live somewhere where there was a pool with bats. It was a place much crazier than Crazytown. It rhymes with Estouteville. No wait, it IS Estouteville.
jtb
Asstootville owns Crazytown, f yer i.
There are bats over at J&J’s. In the house, no less.
Why don’t you make note of the hot girl who showed up to swim with us and then broke into my house?
Thought I would leave the that up to you. Who am I to toot your horn…or her horn…or whatever.