Oh man oh man oh man. What a fantastic meal. Stuffed shells, meatballs and sauce with little pepperonis in it. ham, mashed potatoes, and from scratch homemade baked beans. I tell ya, it don't get much better than that.

She even sent a whole bunch of it home with us. So, bonus round for Laurie, I don't have to cook tonight. Weeeee...

I had a nice time. Hubby complained cuz it was his only day off and he didn't get to sit around and veg. But all he had to do was sit and eat. And of course, I kept trying to get us out of there, starting around 7 or 8...at one time I told him hurry up and drink, let's go, and he said to chill, so he had no one to blame...I tried. It was almost 11 before we made it home.

Tami kept bringing him beer, without him even asking. She waited on us hand and foot. When we got home, he was trying to figure out just how many beers he had. I mentioned she just kept bringing them, and he said, "That's the way northern women are. They wait on their guests always, bringing you things before you ask."

He's made this comment before...and knowing him, it's a slight dig at southerners, most of which he has no use for. But I got to thinking about it. It's not that us southerners are rude and don't take care of our company. We're just more laid back about it. We invite you into our house, and want you make yourself at home. My house is your house and you're welcome to whatever you want. We don't stand on ceremony. Want a drink, the fridge is right there, glasses to the left. We want you to feel comfortable in our house, just as you would your own. Now what's so wrong with that?

course, my tummy is aching a little today...not really a bad ache, but an annoying one. I know that doesn't make sense to anyone but me, but it's the nature of the disease and medicine. I see a hot bath in my morning's future.