This morning we got up and walked over to Alli’s mom’s house. I was trying to think how many times in my life I have made that trek via foot, bike, or car. The first 18 years of my life there were times that I made that trip multiple times a day. Who knew after over THIRTY YEARS I would still be walking my ass over there? Nutsorama. And also, who has active friendships for over thirty years? Dorothy Zbornak and Rose Nyland, that’s who.
Alli came to my house yesterday and my mom fed her until I’m quite sure a gastric explosion was imminent. This morning her mom returned the favor. The combination of our two moms could bring down entire governments, I assure you. They should work for the Pentagon where they could break enemy combatants using nothing but the power of okra masala and spinach pie.
I was going to take a photo of the spread over there this morning, but I thought that might have been rude. So you’ll just have to take my word for it. But just for future reference, would that have been rude?
And while we are on the subject of Alli, I just have to interject that I love that girl. For the official record.
When we got back we got our Ma and Pa Ingalls on and turned over the soil in my parents’ veggie garden. Well, if you want to get technical, Ma would never till soil on a Sunday, but Pa was known to so I suppose we were double Pa-ing it. Except everyone kept their shirts on.
The parents’ yard is just all sorts of gorgeousness. Ima go back out now and nap in the hammock. Ahhhh…