It’s been one of those kooky nights, running to the drugstore for Hubbo’s grandfather Big Daddy, having to resort to Plan C for what Hubbo and I had thought would be an easy little supper out. Who are all these people? Go home, y’all! No Houston’s? No Cafe Nonna? You mean . . . the McCabe Pub after sundown? Has it come to that?
Plan C wasn’t so terrible, but it was what anybody in the NFL would call a busted play.
I returned home to find my eight-year-old fella watching “The Addams Family” for the first time. Most excellent! One of my many goals for the summer is to introduce David to the funnier things in life.
And then. And THEN. I look up on my way out of the room and see this:
Morticia knits! Perfection!