OregganO and I fully intended to attend a class designed to improve our tree trimming skills….and then we sat down and had a quick glass of wine. While enjoying our wine I noticed a familiar face on one of her Christmas cards. “I can’t believe it,” I said in awe, “we’ve got the same dairy guy.” “Really?” OregganO replied and added, “looks like he fills both our boxes.”
Right soon after this, Cream of Tartar came home and decided to have a glass of wine with us. I had just refilled my glass, accidentally bumped it, and spilled wine all over my skirt. “Do you want me to wash that for you?” Cream of Tartar asked. “No, it’s fine, I’ll wash it when I get home.” A few minutes later, he disappeared. OregganO shouted out, “Are you OK?” “I’m peeing with the door open, sitting down, so don’t come back here,” he shouted back. “And seriously, take that skirt off and I’ll ‘Shout’ it.” He giggled a bit to himself and then added, “I think I just got my money’s worth.”
I did end up letting him ‘Shout’ it and borrowed a pair of sweats in the meantime. I hadn’t made room for a while, so I got up to do so, “I have to pee. I hope you don’t mind if I shut the door.” “Well, that’s where it gets dicey,” Cream of Tartar replied. This open door discussion reminded us of the children’s television show The Polka Dot Door. “I hate Lamb Chop and Shari,” said Cream of Tartar. “People liked him and I hated him. I knew he was a sock, a creep.” Poor Lamb Chop and his song that never ended.
I decided it was time to end this night and OregganO retrieved my fully washed and dried skirt for me. Thanks to their ‘open door’ policy, I’ve no doubt I’ll ‘see’ them soon, literally.