My husband’s company recently named a new CEO. Just hours after he uploaded the video of the CEO speaking, my husband IM’d me and asked me to check it out because the CEO looks just like one of our friends. So I watched the first few minutes of the video, and I thought, oh yeah, that does look like our friend. The video was only about four minutes long so I decided to watch the entire video.
Every Monday night, four friends (SH, LC, TK, and KL) come to our house for dinner. It’s like family time: we eat dinner and share with one another what’s happened in the past week, which may include personal woes, office drama, or calls from America’s Funniest Home Videos asking for permission to broadcast this video. (The unsuspecting birthday girl in the video is one of the ones who comes to dinner.)
I usually don’t make dessert for Monday night, but last week I was craving chocolate so I made My Granny’s Chocolate Cobbler. Yum–ooey gooey chocolate-ness! I served it with fresh strawberries and Blue Bell ice cream.
(Keep reading, I’m getting to the punch line. I promise.)
While my husband and I were on vacation in Canada, we went to the grocery store to stock up on snacks and drinks. We bought a pack of “Old Fashion Plastic Glasses.”
What constitutes “Old Fashion” plastic glasses anyway?
It looks like there was plenty of room to correctly spell the phrase as “Old Fashioned.”