At the beginning of the week my friend Miss Doo, that's Debbie Doo had a post for People Magazine about the Sexiest man alive issue. Yes, we DIY blogs and crafty ladies write stuff like that from time to time. We paint, and drill, and use nails, but we're not blind 'ya know.
|Bliss had an empty choice|
"There is no shortage of beautiful people and handsome men for People Mag to choose from but I’m just not finding one that I would add the word *sexy* to the handsome part. I KNOW…. what’s wrong with me??".
It bothered me that I didn't think any man was handsome and sexy both, have I gone blind? (With the exception of course of Brawn, but as far as I know People Mag wasn't considering him).
|Help, I'm stuck in this pan and I can't get cooked|
Once upon a time 43 pounds sounded like an ideal turkey size. We bought the bird in the spring and he came to us the day before Thanksgiving all fresh. Forty three pounds of turkey carcass caused several problems, like ummm, Tom wouldn't fit in the pan, or the oven.
Or the fridge.
Or anywhere but on a chair as a guest.
|43 pounds of big bird|
So we cooked one half in the oven and the other on the grill. The one Brawn put on the grill won hands down as the tastiest turkey ever, so since then he is in charge of giving us all the bird. He relishes that - x's two.
Something like this chair from the famous Miss Mustard Seed. I covet this chair. A lot.
Just last week I paused the search for chairs realizing I probably needed to paint, and pull the other room things together first. Since craigslist has tons of chairs the right ones were sure to come along for the right price when I was ready.
Then I looked this morning. These were there. For a price I wanted to pay. Apparently I'm ready.
|Chair convention on my porch|
I decided to combine getting the twin turkeys with a stop to look at those chairs. They were pretty close to the vision in my head, both the turkeys and the chairs, and conveniently close to a Super Target that just happened to have Butterballs on sale.
|We weigh 20 pounds each. We love you Brawn, you sexy thing|
But I didn't need a table, although I was willing to find a use for a huge dining room table in my already over stuffed garage full of projects and treasures. Because I needed to put something else in that garage like I need a hole in the head.
Bond, James Bond
Lisa was a petite thing, and she described her husband as a "big guy, a really big guy" complete with hand motions on girth to emphasize how big, and she said he didn't want to bang in to stuff as he made his way around the table. So I'm picturing someone looking a bit like that mafia actor guy James Gandolfini. No offense to Mr. Gandolfini, there is nothing the matter with his looks, but I had not even considered him as my pick for the People Magazine cover. I'm quite sure he wouldn't consider me for it either.
While I was viewing the chairs with Lisa, Irene called her. As Lisa told Irene the set was sold I motioned to her to see if Irene was interested in just the table. She was. As Irene drove to see Lisa's table I was at Target lifting 20 pound Butterballs into my cart, on sale for .99¢ a pound.
With the 40 lb. twins safely on the floor of the front seat, I headed back to Lisa's to find out if I was going to be the owner of 6 chairs or 6 chairs and a table. Irene wanted the table. Perfect! I wouldn't have to bother Brawn to fetch a table he surely knows we don't need or have room for.
Keep in mind I'm expecting a BIG guy, like someone who has eaten their fair share of Butterballs or I would describe lovingly as a butterball. Mr. Lisa helped me load the chairs and I told Lisa he didn't look anything like I thought, that he wasn't that big! Lisa said he's cute isn't he?
Now dear readers is the time to clear your mind of Mr. Gandolfini and all motions of girth, and start to picture someone more the size of The Rock or Vin Diesel big. So I agreed with Lisa that he was cute, I think I said "yes he is, he's very cute". Trying not to put too much emphasis on the 'very' part for fear of embarrassing myself! But... OMG!!!
Ummmm Lisa, I hate to tell 'ya but ......... he isn't cute. He's drop. dead. gorgeous! People Magazine didn't ask me, but Miss Doos did so I would put Lisa's husband on the cover (if Brawn was busy that day of course). If Lisa sends me a photo I'll put it with this post, or under my pillow.
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