Beam me up, Scottie, PLEASE!

Yes, folks, time to write about the fam again. Seems whenever we all get together there is never a dull moment. My sister and her husband, Ricky came in town from the lake to see grandson #3 graduate this weekend. Nothing funny about that you say, well.....probably will be one of those 'you had to be there to get the jest of it' kind of story.

We had plans to meet on Sunday for lunch, so to make a long story longer, somebody got the plans all screwed up, and I think that someone was the amazing sister-in-law! Were we suppose to meet at Gordman's or the restaurant? Was I picking her up or was the trash natzi bringing her? What a cluster! And then Kary, the multi-tasker I mentioned in another blog called and I was REALLY confused after that conversation! Finally we got it figured out and met at Gordman's, for some much needed shopping in which Ricky sat outside the dressing room while "boobilicious," [God love her!] tried on clothes. If any of us walked near Ricky, he yelled '10 minutes we're outta here!' Yea, right Rick, and we just kept on our merry shopping spree. So then we met up with the trash natzi at O'Charley's for lunch. Getting a table for eight, on a Sunday afternoon, after all the blue hairs get out of church is like trying to herd cats! Anyways, while we were sitting and waiting for our table for eight, for what seemed like hours and hours, Mrs. Amazing asked the hostess how much longer and the hostess said "your the table of eleven?" No! We're eight! oh...just a few minutes, anyways, this Little old lady came over to where we were sitting and asked us if anyone has seen her hearing aide that fell out of her ear. My niece thought we were looking for an ear ring, Ricky was tearing up the seat cushions like Roseanne Barr on a cheetos hunt to no avail, sorry lady, no hearing aide here, move on! So after going though another round of 'no! we're the party of eight, NOT ELEVEN!" we finally get seated. OK, folks, this is by no means meant to insult anyone or gender or whatever, but our waitress/waiter came to take our order and, well, Lisa had a 5:00 shadow, blue eye shadow, no boobs and big hands with fake fingernails! Ricky was sitting there with his mouth opened and trash natzi had the oddest look on his face! He and I both had the same thought that Lisa's name was probably Larry at one time, or still is. Lisa sounded very much like Julia Child on acid. Larry looked like Julie Child on acid.

So, after that shock wore off we get on the conversation of aliens, OK, see where this ties into together??? No? Neither do we.

So Ricky said he and my sister saw some "extratestricules" once. What! Extra testicles? Yea, that's what we saw! Bright flashing lights that took off in a 90 degree angle and the poof! Gone! OKEY DOKEY............Rick.

Well, more conversation pursued, and then we saw the manager outside looking for the little old lady's hearing aide on the side walk! Poor lady. We decided that if we found the hearing aide, we were going to keep it and give it to Ricky and see if it helped with his hearing! So, as lunch was wrapping up, my brother, the trash natzi was busy stacking plates and wadding the napkins up in an orderly fashion so Larry, I mean Lisa wouldn't have a problem picking them up. After all, we wouldn't want a girl to break a nail! Kary was at the end of the table multi-tasking, talking on the cell and counting money. Boobilicious was texting somebody, anybody. My amazing sister-in-law discovered that the service charge on the tickets we got had the tip already included! The nerve! In a cheesy restuarant like O'Charley's!!! Shoot! The butter wasn't even the honey-butter we loved so much! And my sister and I just looked at eachother and smiled. What a wonderful day with the fam we were thinking.