My Dad brought over my new favoritest toy besides the intarwebs, a Panasonic DMZ-TZ3 camera in black (chic!) for my birthday, which is in November. We went for a walk, I took some pictures, including the one of the tree from yesterday, and then Dad came back to the house for supper. Dinner was pantry cooking at its finest– brats & kielbasa (bought on sale and stacked in the freezer for a rainy day), Real Pickles’ sauerkraut from last week’s BO delivery & (Boston Organics) apples, with mustard. Fresh food, 1. Cured foods, 2. (3 if you count the mustard). Plenty-ish for all. Or so I thought.
After seeing my dad to the door and closing the apartment door, I returned to see the Better Half looking very unhappy. I was surprised, since I’d have assumed that he’d have already taken the camera apart, since he’s a gadget freak. But no, clearly, my sense of what his priorities were was way off.
“Your dad ate the last bratwurst. And all the fried almonds.”