Saturday night at George's ranked in the top 10. It used to be Two George's, but after it burned down a couple of years ago, it reopened as George's. Long story. But the point is, the fried colossal shrimp and blackened snapper were superb.
Neal & I recently did an assessment to find out what our "Love Language" is. Not that we really care, but it was an assignment for our Sunday School Class. I was kind of surprised that his was "Quality Time." I would've guessed something else........aaaaanyway.
Sunday afternoon we spent some Quality Time. Fishing. Together.
Sort of.
Apparently, me being within earshot counts for quality time.
And of course, I was there to document the big catch. Quality.
That night we went to dinner with friends at the Water Street Oyster Bar and Seafood Co. Where I ordered (surprise!!) Rib Eye, medium rare --- with a side of stuffed, bacon-wrapped shrimp. It was a most excellent dinner. And then our dining companion mentioned he's the same age as my son. Thanks Mitch....'preciatecha.
Monday, my sweet husband, still on a quest for quality time, went antiquing with me. And I found this
which I shall dry brush paint white, or maybe not. We'll see. It's not really antique, but it'll make a cute towel holder in my NEW BATHROOM. Which is almost done!
And now I'm rambling. It's past my bedtime.
2 comments:
This is TD. Where we you fishing? And I do not mean C.C. Please be a little more exact if you can.
Mustang Island. That's about as specific as I can get. If I tell you more, I'll have to kill you.
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