This is a two fold kind of title for this post. First, I haven't met a potato I didn't love. I stopped at my cousin's bar for lunch today and they make German potato salad like Grandma used to make. I almost slid out of my chair. I could have had a huge pile of that and some more of the fresh baked bread that they make instead of having the fish with it. If you haven't had any of it yet, I'll email you the recipe or if you show up on my doorstep, I will make you a batch. I also had a plain tater salad tonight with some shrimp at another bar. All these bars today and not even a beer drank! I suck!
Second, envision good ol AC, talkin like Ron White about getting thrown out of a bar in New York City. Instead, I'm telling the story of how I ran into my house. I'm not saying by foot or anything folks. I side swiped the van on the house. The siding is fine and I got a nice scuff of plastic on the side of the green bean. I think that is my cue that night time calls for work are going to kill me and my home pretty soon.
Back on frickin call again this weekend. My kingdom for a cold beer.