- Day 6: Still no biscuits.
- We did, however, drive by Hatch in Jenks. Excited for that place to open.
- (No, I’m not going to write about biscuits again. If you want to read about biscuits, visit one of last week’s lists.)
- (I could, but I won’t.)
- I wrote about 250 words of ranting that I’ve just cut.
- There was a bit about the new war, which frightens me some.
- And then I complained about the birthday singing at Texas Roadhouse.
- No one wants that kind of negativity on a Monday.
- You’ve already got Monday to deal with, after all.
- The weekend kind of felt anticlimactic.
- We didn’t do a whole lot.
- Well, not true.
- We took the Teenager shoe shopping, which she hates. Weird, right?
- And we did it at Woodland Hills Mall, which was a thing.
- I’m still not super comfortable around crowds.
- Not sure I ever really was, but definitely not now after the pandemic.
- So many people, no one in masks.
- And I get that the CDC relaxed mask guidelines.
- But … it’ll take time to readjust, for me at least.
- Now for the important stuff. What is up with you ladies and the murder and disaster shows?
- Remember a few weeks back when I talked about Everest?
- Friday, the Wife wanted to watch The Impossible, which is about a family that survived the tsunami in Thailand that hit on Christmas Day (2004).
- So, you know, we watched it.
- Another uplifting piece of entertainment.
- (That was sarcasm.)
- Some sort of natural disaster that separates me from my family is pretty much my worst nightmare.
- Good movie. Very intense.
- There’s a scene where the dad sends two of his small children inland with strangers so he can stay and look for his wife and older son.
- No way I could do that.
- Also, holy cow, 14-year-old Tom Holland could already act.
- Yeah, I give up. I can’t avoid that Monday flavor.
- It’s because I didn’t get biscuits.
- I almost drove through KFC last night.
- We’d gone to the Re-Store in Jenks, rolled down Main St. on our way back home, and there it was.
- “I could get a biscuit,” I said.
- “I thought we were having steak.”
- …
- Sigh.
- No, I really did sigh, both then and now.
- Cue the “Yee Haws.”
- A Texas Roadhouse roll is good, but … a biscuit is better.
- You ever heard of the Rule of Three?
- “Sometimes called trebling, the Rule of Three is a pattern used in stories and jokes, where part of the story is told three times, with minor variations. The first two instances build tension, and the third releases it by incorporating a twist.”
- In this case, I didn’t do it properly, because today would be the fourth biscuit conversation. But the twist, maybe.
- I just thought you should know no biscuits were harmed in the making of these lists.
- More’s the pity.
- I promise not to write about biscuits on Wednesday.
- You have a Monday.
Apparently Impossible
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