Save the date, or not.

 

 

Early in the week I took a little road trip

to see my pal Jayme aka the coopkeeper.

My plan... do a bit of thrifting,

help on a re-do of her guest room,

 and flop on her couch with coffee

getting our gab on.

Her plan...work me like a rented mule.

Ha.

We thrifted. Oh baby, we hit the jackpot.

We did some couch sitting too.

We had some "Downton" time.

However at one point things went a bit awry for me.

We were all seated up at the kitchen island and

Jayme was serving me fresh dates.

I cannot get such fancy fruit here in the 'ville

so I was really happy to get to experience them.

We were enjoying ourselves when we detect smoke.

Jayme: What's Glen doing in the basement to cause all the smoke?"

At that moment  I start to wheeze.

Then, I freak in my mind.

It is coming from me!

I am spontaneously combusting!

Oh dear Lord, I thought that was a myth and

now here I am burning up in my cohort's kitchen!

I look at Jayme for support.

She's in flat out hysterics.

The doubled over cackling pose.

I jump up and run to the bathroom

to check my mouth that she's pointing at

while laughing her arse off.

My tongue and teeth are black.

 

 

Apparently, I had chosen a date with a mold situation.

Oh how very hospitable of her to share it.

I hacked and snotted, took an antihistimine

and was able to continue the visit.

Now though, I gotta run...

I have an appoinment with

a personal injury attorney in 15.

I'll own that coop.