Post 2364 - Brewdebaker's Is Da King! And... A Mystery!

I have seen the future, and its name is... Brewdebaker's!

We were driving home this evening.  I announced I would like a light dinner like a salad or even some strawberry shortcake.  Patricia agreed.

She wanted to go to Lee Valley and get some stainless steel clothes pins (bet you never knew they existed!).  Afterward, we ended up driving to Brewdebaker's in Clayton Park for that Caesar salad.  We had it last week when we were there.  We also decided to have the 10 dollar burger and beer special.  I am not much of a beer drinker, but the burger was just about the best one I have eaten in my life.  The price was right.  The quality is beyond anything we could have imagined.  The service was impeccable.  We can't wait to go back!

We got home.  I came down stairs to my home office to surf for a few minutes.  Then, I heard Patricia call my name.  I told her where I was.  She came rushing down the stairs and into here.  She had been wondering where my orange K-Rock hat was.  It's in the backseat of the car.  She wanted to know where my shorts were.  I asked her which shorts.  "The shorts you were wearing a moment ago when you went outside."  Picture me as Astro, the dog on The Jetsons.  "Ruh-roh."

(The phrase originated with Astro, not Scooby Doo.)

I assured her I had been here, ensconced in my comfy office chair, ever since we arrived home.  Intrigued, and to assuage both her and my curiosity, we went upstairs and headed to the front door.  There was no such person matching my approximate description (handsome, well-hung, gloriously-beautiful hair, six foot four) anywhere within eye shot.  Then, I noticed a piece of heavy paper wrapped up inside the door handle.  I removed it and unfolded it.  It was from a realtor in the area who was trying to drum up business.  If he is only half as handsome as I am, he will have an excellent business.

Patricia thought this sight of "me" might have been a harbinger, a forerunner.  I hope not.  There's so much I haven't done yet.  Like...well, anything.

The excitement over, I returned downstairs.  Surfed a bit of the web, and wrote this blog post.

You're caught up.

And I'm turning in for the evening.  I have a book to read.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy