Do you remember a few months back when I had a coffeemaker quandary? I was using a percolater but the coffee got old fast, and the french press left too many grounds and hello, first-world problems? I asked y'all to recommend a coffeemaker, and I got a Bunn, not only because you mentioned it but because I'd had one in the '80s and loved it.
I STILL LOVE ME THE BUNN! Oh, it is SUCH a good coffeemaker. Your coffee comes out really fast, and it stays fresh, AND the thing was cheapish, compared to the $250 pretentious ones. I want to say $70 or something. I mean, I just want to say that. I can't remember what I paid. Because I'm wealthy. Money is meaningless to me.
So, in case you've been on edge and all, DON'T LEAVE US HANGING, JUNE! about what I decided on the coffeemaker, I could not be happier with my Bunn. So to speak.
I got up with the Dick Whitman last night. We had dinner to celebrate (wait for it) my birthday. "Ima have to blog about this, and it's day three of my birthday on that blog," I said.
"Day three. Kind of like a hostage situation," DW mused.
"Yes, and the hostages are my readers."
The good news is, his mom really DID read my blog yesterday and called DW to tell him to return my book. THANKS, DW's mom!!
We ate at Reynolda House. Well, not the house itself, but one of the restaurants there. Reynolda House is where the Reynolds cigarette guy lived, and on his property were all these cute houses for the workers, which have now been turned into shops and restaurants and so forth. Yay, tobacco!
What a phony smile.
After, we walked around the fancy gardens, there, at Reynolda House as the sun was setting. We named all the ways you can die from cigarettes, then listed who of our loved ones died from smoking and how. It was so romantic.
Small-cell lung cancer, esophageal cancer, throat cancer, heart attack...
Dick Whitman wanted me to say something about June Gardens in a July garden, here, so I did. Also, yes it WAS a little humid yesterday. Shut up.
Every time there were pink flowers, I'd say, "Ooo!" Every time there were orange flowers, DW'd say, "Ooo!" His favorite color is orange. He has to be all artist-y about his favorite color. ...friend likes navy blue. Doesn't that make him seem stable? Navy blue. Stay-bility and fire. Remember that psychic who predicted ..friend? "I see someone coming along and you'll have stay-bility and fire."
How'd I get off on that tangent?
Dick Whitman made me straddle a rose bush with my pink pants to get this shot. Totally got a thorn in my calf.
"Ooo!" said DW.
All this just makes me feel guilty that I neglect my yard. I should be out there planting pink things. Then smoking a giant giant cigarette from our friends at RJ Reynolds.
God, I can't WAIT to get the big cigarette money from this post.
