Do you all know Holly? Her Monday potlucks are pure blogging genius.
But guess what internetz:
That’s right, *y’all, Heidi is jumping in on the Potluck action.
*Can an Oregonian pull off a y’all online? Please?
Let’s begin with a couple of definitions:
Potluck – Whatever food happens to be available for a meal, especially when offered to a guest
Potluck – random, unorganized thoughts smashed together into one post and branded as a potluck
How about some background music?
I-I-I wanna rock-n-roll all niiii-iii-iight
and potluck ev-er-eee day…
No?
How about this?
We will, we will, Potluck – Potluck
everybody
We will, we will, Potluck – Potluck
Hmm… maybe we’ll just go without music this time, eh?
And now it’s time for a little story:
On Friday, Newt and I had plans to spend the day at Oregon’s Museum of Science and Industry with some friends. She packed our lunch – peanut butter for her, “surprise” for me. Several times throughout the morning she asked if I was excited for my lunch. When it came time to eat, I learned that “surprise” was a turkey and provolone sandwich with mayo and dijon on whole wheat. Sounds great, doesn’t it?
Except… I had my doubts about the turkey. It had been in the fridge for a long time.
When confronted with the choice of eating questionable turkey or disappointing Newt, I chose to disappoint her. It was only a sandwich, right? She’d understand.
But then I looked at her expectant face, waiting for me to take a bite.
That is how I came to spend all of Friday evening throwing up.
The end.
To the reader who found me, just today, by googling “simple Christmas letter to copy”, I say, “You have almost eight months, I think you can come up with something original.”
To both of you who googled “Heidi is not real” “I can see why you might be confused
but, I really am real.”
See:
Who would fake that?
How about something new:
I wore my pajamas all day today.
And now for another potluck slogan: Potluck melts in your mouth, not in your hands.
What’s up with Heidi’s laundry?
Baskets full, but not overflowing. One load in the dryer. Nothing else to fold or put away.
May all your potlucks be microbe free.
