Sounds WONDERFUL, Texan. I'm now sitting at the diningroom table with my fork and knife, pointed up toward the ceiling, clenched in my hungry little lunch hooks. My tummy's glad that your junque shopping got rained out. Yummy. :-)
And Bobby's alone in the janitor's closet, singing Muskat Love to himslf, trying to get the coos down just right. He ran in there when I said that he may now smell my cheek. I knew he would run. And Dupa put a "Kick Me" sticker on Bobby's back, but Bobby doesn't know--hasn't heard is rustle around yet.
There will be plenty of shrimp salad to go around-I steamed 1 1/2 pounds of shrimp, blanched 1/4 pound of snow peas and cooked an 8 oz package of bowtie pasta. I'll add a couple of cucumbers, ripe olives, tomatoes, green onions and baby greens, arrange the shrimp on top, put the croutons, bacon bits and parmesan cheese on the table along with the salad dressings and everyone can help themselves.
Robert spends entirely too much time in that janitor's closet you know...