around 9PM in fact, but David had been fishing for brim so that we could have some for supper. He caught just enough.
I was cruising the internet and he was cruising the kitchen.
Him: Do we have any corn meal?
Me: If we do it's in the refrigerator.
Him: No don't see any.
Me: Just coat it in flour.
Him: No, that's just not right.
Me: I'll call the neighbors. Can we borrow a cup of cornmeal?
Neighbor: Sure, I'll send D over with it.
Me: Thanks, that's great, I'm in my nightgown.
Neighbor's son comes over with cornmeal when David says...
Him: Do we not have any oil?
Me: I don't know, did you look over the stove?
Me: Then I guess we don't have any.
Neighbor's son: Do you want me to go get you some?
Me: Calling neighbor and laughing hysterically.....can we borrow some oil?
Neighbor: Why don't yawl just come over here and cook the fish?