We're getting ready to come home, putting things in order, eating all the perishable food in the fridge, calling someone to check on the cats (right, Stephan? We're doing that?), when something comes out of the blue to side track us. I thought I had a swollen "limp-note" due to another ear infection, but actually it's something to do with a salivary gland- they think. So we're off to Miles City soon to see an ENT specialist before we leave.
In other news, Stephan talked to the Schwann's man yesterday and ordered up some Chicken Kiev. When I asked him how it went he said...
"I told him I was ordering it for the lady who lives here."
"What?!"
"Well, I didn't want him to know where I live."
"Um...??"
"He has a refrigerated truck, so I told him I had to be getting home or my family will miss me."
"Stephan-"
"You saw Dexter on Showtime last year, you know that people who drive refrigerated trucks are not to be trusted."
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