Fun with food

In a recent blog, I told the story of how my sister-in-law's fiancé and I had a laugh at the way a small restaurant in North Rustico, PEI spelled "Sandwiches" on their menu (click here to read it if you missed it).

I would like to take this opportunity to address two of the many (well, six) comments that were posted on that blog.

First, an anonymous commenter implied that since we had been sent for take-out, we were officially man-bitches. Well, they didn't exactly imply that. They came right out and said it. I just wanted to point out that going for take-out does NOT make us man-bitches. We just wanted to get away from the wedding planning that was going on back at the cottage. That's right. We were in PEI to work on plans for their wedding, which will be this summer on a PEI beach.

So, just to be clear, going for food doesn't make us man-bitches. Being part of the wedding planning party does.

In our next letter, Bec from Toronto says "I'd love to know what you two were laughing about while waiting for your food."

Well, Bec. That's a great question. We were laughing at something else on the menu. Due to limited space on the menu board over the counter, one item was listed with its price smushed up against it with no space in between, making it look like it was all one thing. It looked like this:

CHICKEN WINGS 69

Our only question was: where do you put the chicken wings in this particular offering? Then we realized that we really didn't want to know.

That's some good medicine!

Llittle Lloyd spent a night in the local hospital last weekend, after a high fever brought on febrile seizures. He was released on Saturday morning and everything has been fine since.

When he was released, the paediatrician on call suggested that we follow up later in the week with our regular paediatrician. So, we did. Following so far?

On Tuesday, when we saw the doctor, I was explaining what had happened on Friday night. I said that when we first noticed his fever, we gave him childrens Advil, but we regretted that, because we realized that you can only give Advil every 6-8 hours, while you can give Tylenol every 4 hours. His fever came back before we could give him another dose of Advil, and that's when the seizures started.

The doctor explained that, rather than waiting until we could give him Advil again, we should have given him Tylenol 4 hours after the Advil, followed by Advil 4 hours after that, and so on. As she spoke, she was writing down what she was saying, in a chart showing when you can give each medicine.

She wrote a row with the times 12:00 - 4:00 - 8:00 - 12:00 and then she said "to show which medicine you should give him, I'll just write T and A. Okay? T and A."

I tried not to laugh. I really did. But first I grinned, then I bit my tongue to try to stop the laughter, then I giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. Go on. I understand. T and A. Got it."

Then, on the way out, I said, OK, next time, I'll just remember to follow the T and A chart. And I managed to get out the door before I burst into laughter. When I got home, I told my wife about this exchange.

"I don't get it."

"You know - T and A! HAHAHAHAHAH!"

"I still don't get it."

When I explained it to her, she wondered whether it was appropriate for someone with the sense of humour of a 12 year-old to be taking care of small children. She may have a point, but come on! The doctor telling you to treat your kid with some T and A is funny stuff.

Isn't it?

A Brush With Fame

Twice recently while walking the dog in a nearby park, I have seen celebrities. Well, I'm not certain that the people I have seen were the actual famous people, but they were close enough.

Have you ever seen this video of a bunch of gamers playing a live-action role-playing game? I think it's one of the funniest videos I have ever seen on the interweb. Well, I SAW THOSE GUYS!

Like I said, it may have been a different bunch of gamers, but how many can there be? There was even the "LIGHTNING BOLT! LIGHTNING BOLT!" guy! They had to put the attack on hold, while I walked by, since one army was on one side of the path and the other army on the other side. These guys are big-time internet celebrities, and they had to wait for ME!

I don't care who you've met, I've had the ultimate celebrity encounter!

Your wish is my clubhouse

Earlier this month, during my special package deal vacation to the Maritimes (three weeks in the Maritimes, one week in Toronto, three weeks in the Maritimes), I found myself, along with my sister-in-law's fiancé, in a greasy spoon restaurant in North Rustico, PEI, ordering take-out for the gang back at the cottage in Cavendish.

We were standing there, waiting for our food, making each other laugh, when I noticed the menu board on the wall had a section for "sandwishes". My first thought was "my sandwish is that it stays out of my shorts when I go to the beach." Then I realized that it was meant to be "sandwiches", wich is something completely different. Hopefully.

Anyhow, since this is my first real blog post in 2007, I just wanted to say that I hope all of your sandwishes come true in the coming year.

Llove,

Lloyd