A few weeks ago when I mentioned in a post that grandson Elmo snacked on Goldfish, Stephanie W, a blogger in Ireland, was taken aback and quickly dashed off a Comment. She was thinking “much beloved pet” and I was talking Pepperidge Farm. I sent her a picture of a bag of the little crackers to ease her mind.
It’s always fun to hear from her (how I love Internet!) and she sometimes e-mails incidents from her own life that parallel things that have happened to me. (Steff, tell ’em about the snails!)
When Dearly Beloved and I were at the beach this week, we went out for lunch and something there made me think of SteffiW.
It is a lovely restaurant with wonderful views of the ocean, but we opted to eat on the pier even though it was a cloudy day.
Don’t drop crumbs! The birds perched on the pier railings and or flew overhead to dive for any abandoned food. The wisdom of umbrellas on a cloudy day became obvious.
Someone was having a birthday.
Our server took our orders and said he’d bring us something to nibble on while we were waiting for our food. No, not Goldfish.
(Are you ready, Stephanie?)
He brought us a basket of . . . (drum roll, please. . . !)
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I asked the waiter for a box so that I could take some of the Hush Puppies back to the dog. (Oh, the irony…!)
DB was suspicious when I put the little cup of whipped butter in the box, too, that I might not be exposing my true motives.
Waste not, want not.
Miss Piggy loves Hush Puppies. She makes her little moaning noises–piggy sounds–when she eats one. (Yes, only one!)
It’s a cute name, don’t you think?
Much better than ShutUP Dogs!