One good thing about being unemployed is that I had the rare opportunity to spend a day out with Mr. Smiff. It was quite romantic.
We stopped by the Hairdo Place and got haircuts. Mr. Smiff didn’t get much in the way of style, but, I did. I wish I could make my hair look like this everyday.
Then, Mr. Smiff got his first taste of the Mothership. I was pretty excited to take him there, for he is a North Carolina boy that was raised around some good barbecue. His family raised hogs, for heavens sake…he knows what would be good and what wouldn’t be. These were the exact words upon tasting the barbecue and ribs:
“This beats the shit out of Whitts.”
My man may not have the fancy words, but, he do know what he’s talking about. It was great there today, but, there I had me a good hairdo and there was no Dr. Funkenswine in sight. The new girl up front claimed he was there but I never saw him.
Mr. Smiff loved the bathrooms, too. Those ribs were smokin’ today, as usual.