Tonight I had dinner with plewe. About midway through we discovered a fly on the table. I assumed it was dead - feet in the air and all. But plewe saw a leg wiggle. She wanted to save it. I wanted to hide it under a napkin. after enduring my idea for about 10 minutes Plewe won - she scooted it off the table onto the window sill below the table. I didn't mind - out of sight out of mind - but plewe kept thinking about it. She gave him a piece of chip to regain his strength. A bit later she checked on him and tried to readjust the chip so he could grab it. Really - a fly! A half dead fly! When we finally left she couldn't resist checking on him - and who knew - but he was gone! Seriously he wasn't on the floor or anywhere we could see. It was like a fly miracle. Plewe admitted her obsession may be due to some repressed issues related to helplessness. Of all things - a fly! A half dead fly!
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Reminds me of the time we drowned a half-dead fly in the green salsa at "La Onda". Good times, good eats. :)
Plewe always was better than the rest of us... :)
stephen i believe it was the pico de gallo - but i could be mistaken. were you even alive then? weren't you just a bitty boy? how can you remember such things!
Stephen, I did NOT just read that did I??? Oh my. We have some work to do. Tracie you are one funny girl. :)
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