As I was cooking the meat, warming the tortillas and cutting fresh vegetables, I made a sudden jump and bumped the spatula out of the meat pan. That movement shot out a small handful of meat onto the floor.
Instinctively I yelled "Sammy, c'mere girl".
Sammy was my black lab.
She has not lived with me since April of 2007. 17 months ago.
Funny how those things stick with you.
Claire and I suffered through History of Violence last night. When it came out in the theaters back in "Ought-five", I really wanted to see it, but for one reason or another I did not. So, it came up on my netflix queue and we watched it.
Holy Crap it was bad. The acting...terrible. The editing...awful. The directing...brutal.
The sad part is that it has a great premise, but there nothing redeeming about this film.
Yesterday afternoon, I snuck out and saw Tropic Thunder. The first 15 mins I really thought about walking out...the movie settled down after that and did provide some laughs. As usual, Robert Downey, Jr. was great!
Claire and I are heading down to North Carolina this weekend to visit my good buddy Teddy. (If you have not had a chance to get a little nugget of wisdom about Teddy, click that link. One of my favorite stories about him.)
We are going to hang out with him on Friday night, all day Saturday and Saturday night.
On Sunday, we are going to explore Charlotte and make the trek back to P-Towne. Should be a great time!!