Friday's Feast #8

Appetizer
Describe a toy you remember from your childhood.
My plush Lassie dog. Her body was red, her tail was white, and her snout was plastic. With time her neck got all floppy. My mom repaired her by doing a little surgery and adding a pair of nylons to Lassie's stuffing. I love Lassie and have never been able to part with her. Right now she's in the closet, on a shelf, beside my Christmas decorations.

Soup
On a scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 being highest) how observant are you?
Five. This is not really one of my strengths.

Salad
Where would you rather be at this very moment?
From where I sit, I can see the snowglobe given to me by my best friend. It depicts the area of Hollywood where I stayed when I was visiting him last September. I wish we were together back in LA, having fun.

Main Course
When was the last time you learned something new?
Yesterday I learned something new about Gilligan's Island: the Professor's full name was Roy Hinckley, and Lovey was Eunice Wentworth Howell.* (Hey! Knowledge is knowledge!)

Dessert
Fill in the blank: I have ____________ but I haven’t ____________.
I have the desire to sing, but I haven't got a nice voice.

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*Thanks to Malcolm's TT

It helps that he's hot

I almost always have the same Peapod delivery guy. He's very good looking in a young (young) Pacino/Andy Garcia kinda way. Which, let's face it, is a very good way to be good looking. He usually makes small talk about my cat Reynaldo (who wriggles like a worm to get out of my arms and climb onto the dolly he uses to bring the groceries), or the Cubs. One night he was able identify that I was watching The Godfather II based solely on a racy bit of dialog. ("That thing can't be real." "Sure it is. That's why they call him Superman.")

Tonight he was very nearly late with my groceries. He was supposed to be here between 8:00 and 10:00 and he literally got here at 9:58. When he apologized for being late, I pointed out that he really wasn't late, and besides, said I, "someone's gotta be last."

"No," said Hunka Hunka, "you're not last. There's one more. She never tips, so I made her last."

Am I offended by his crass reference to the $2 I dependably hand him? Or am I charmed by his audacity? (That's his audacity, not his dreamy big brown eyes and long, shiny hair.)

What if this year I'm right?

There are things we Cub fans always say …

April and May: "It's still early. Things are always rocky at the start of a long season."
On May 30, we were in third place. 22 W/29 L. .431.

June: "We're starting to gel, learning to play together as a team."
On June 30, we were in second place. 39 W/40 L. .494.

July: "We're ready to take off. You just watch!"
As of today (before the final game of the Cardinal series), so far over .500 (.535) we could get altitude sickness. Even better, we're just 1.5 game behind Milwaukee! We won 7 of our last 10, while the Brewers have lost 6.

I've been following the same script my every season for my entire damn life. But what if "next year" is this year? The Red Sox reversed their curse, could it be our turn?