Once again my brother Graham, and his family, sent us a gift certificate for dinner at The Comus Inn, as a Christmas present. Last night, My Captain, Grandma Jane, and I went and spent every stinkin’ dime of it.
And we’re not a bit sorry.
I’m not here to tell you about the beautiful ambiance.
I’m not going to tell you about the amazing menu,
or the fantastic hushpuppies (we didn’t take the picture fast enough…My Captain had already eaten half of them!),
or the yummy salmon,
or the crazy delicious chicken with goat cheese and prosciutto,
or even the home-made Grand Marnier Chocolate Truffles.
No, wait, I might pause a moment over them-thar truffles. HOLY CRAP. That’s all I can say about those. Holy. (pause for effect) Crap.
I want to talk about how old my family is getting. Look at these old farts who need reading glasses to read a stinkin’ menu! How hilarious is it that these two can’t see a bloomin’ thing anymore?! How funny is that! Hahahahahah!
It’s not that funny.
I’ll have you know I have to put my computer screen at 125% when I’m writing my posts, just so I can read the ding-dang words. I used to have perfect vision! I used to have Eagle Eyes! I used to be a contender!
This can’t be happening to me!
Ever In Denial,
Your Old Fart, Mama B.