One of the best parts of having Brad here is that I can treat him just like Lloyd and not feed him either.
Lauren: “I’m having leftovers. You guys are on your own.”
Lloyd and Brad: (silence because they are busy reading)
When Brad came to, he said he was in the mood for SpaghettiOs, and did we have any? Lloyd and I laughed because for YEARS we have kept two cans of SpaghettiOs in the cupboard that Brad bought long, long ago. We haven’t thrown them away because they are sacred or something.
Monday night, though, they served their purpose. Er, sorta.
Yuck! One and two years past their expiration? Brad tasted both but then was suitably afraid of the crawling bacteria that had been lurking and breeding since we were all in our mid-thirties. Lloyd ate his whole helping with gusto, because he is fearless and stupid when it comes to old food.
My taco was delicious, thank you for asking.