I am preparing for a July 4th barbecue, but we have no idea who is coming. I distinctly told him, after our last socializing bonanza, that he should invite only our good friends from CO and any random guys who would otherwise be spending the 4th in the barracks. (Those guy require nothing more than food and beer. They hang out with Keith in the man room and are incredibly stunned by my mediocre cooking skills. I can't imagine a better guests.)
This expressly to avoid him inviting married guys, especially married guys with wives I haven't met who require actual socializing, like women generally do. However, those unfortunate innocents would then find that they had been invited to a barbecue with a hostess who would rather hide in the bathroom than talk with a stranger.
Anyway, guess who all he invited? Two complete strangers complete with wives and children. After restraining myself from wringing his neck, we had a second discussion and he assured me he would fix it.
I'm carrying on. Maybe no one will show up and we'll have twelve beer brats, eight hamburgers, ten ears of sweet corn and a flag cake all to ourselves.
My back is acting up again, causing me to feel about seventy years old. I'm currently riding high on a vicodin buzz, which did take the edge off the pain. I think it was carrying the forty four pound bag of dog food out of the car that did it. I keep forgetting that I have a severe back injury until after I've aggravated it.
