We had to take a little intermission since Cowboy needed his attitude adjusted but we are b.a.c.k.!
Don’t y’all worry your sweet little heads, I’ve got plenty of funnies to share with ya and I promise not to leave one-single-thing out.
Sooo here goes-
I’m not one of those people that keeps a freezer full of meat. Unlike Cowboy’s mother, who has packages in her freezer dating back to the Reagan era (but we love her anyway) I keep my stash at a minimum. As I was perusing my meat inventory I came across a package of stew meat. Perfect, that’s one of my seven recipes and Cowboy loves my stew. Easy peasy.
Cowboy comes in from feeding the cows-
COWBOY: It sure smells good in here. What’s for dinner?
ME: Stew and it’s almost finished.
COWBOY: I would have thought it would have been done back in February when normal people eat stew.
ME: (Whipping my head around to give him the stink eye as I was taking the pot off of the burner) Well then, you certainly do not have to eat it. There’s cornflakes in the pantry.
COWBOY: Whoa, let’s calm down. I’m only kidding.
ME: Umm humm.
COWBOY: But all kidding aside, don’t you know how to make anything else with stew meat?
ME: (Walking over to the trash receptor and pulling out the package wrapper) Let me show you something. ( I then channel my inner Vanna White and point to the words on the package) See this? It says STEW meat. Meat for STEW. Why in the world would I use it for anything other than stew. I’m a rule follower not a rule breaker.
COWBOY: Okay Vanna, I can tell you’re a little sensitive about this. So let’s just sit down and eat your delicious stew which should have been eaten back in February.
I can tell right now that Cowboy needs to be taught a lesson. So I did the only thing that I could do-
I served him his stew.
COWBOY: Tammy, why is there only one spoonful of stew in my bowl?
ME: (Acting innocent) Humm? Oh, maybe the rest was eaten back in February.
βtil next Sunday yβall- Tammyβ₯
