Oh no it's the unlucky thirteen, run for the hills. Still there? Dang it, I guess that means I will have to try harder. I will get you to run away, oh yes I will.
I seem to have made this one a little long, so nine pages. So tempting to just keep typing stuff up here to stretch it to ten pages. I won't do that, at least not on purpose but maybe I can accidentally take it there.
Course then again not a good idea, as it is half of you will get halfway (page five) and forget what has already happened so start over. Most likely try to do shorter stories, do stop laughing I may just to spite you, and your little dog too.
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Exit the house into the backyard to find all of the fellas that are here over where there will be a grill eventually. Audrey and Liza are watching from the chairs that had been bought. These are rather nice, lawn chairs as they are called, designed to be sat in outside. Really they are more along the line of sort of comfortable adjustable beds like found in the hospital.
The only thing that makes them bearable is the pad. If there is no pad you don't want to sit on it, never a pad at the lake so luckily the pads are sold separate. Entirely possible the ones at the lake had a pad that someone decided to take home. There is cheering as I sit on one of the chairs, I am sharing it with Audrey.
Look over at her and she shrugs so we all are watching the fellas. They are more animated now so there is something going on. At least for a rather short amount of time then they are moving back and we get to see there is a sort of brick box with fire coming out the top. Fred comes over and sits next to me as Simon and Franklin are setting patties atop the fire, though it is getting lower.
"We have a grill, you put the note on the door?" I am nodding then lean against Fred since he looks to be staying there.
"Note on the door, even put it on the outside of the door though you hadn't mentioned that." Fred groans and looks up.
"You had mentioned that you perhaps are having problems remembering things and want me to explain things when I say it." Liza is giggling into her hand so fix a glare on her, she had said I perhaps will forget what I am doing.
"You didn't listen, I said perhaps I will have problems remembering what I am doing. Liza had said that sometimes happens when a knocked up skirt gets as far along as I am."
"It is known to happen to skirts swelled as much as you are up to just before having baby in hand. You also should have cravings."
"All I want is sweets, suppose means I am having a daughter." Liza is nodding and grins.
"I wanted a daughter, and all I got was a son. Hopefully you have more than one." I whimper because I don't want that many.
"I'm happy with one, daughter or not. I do want more than one since I was an only kid, but also hoping for not many kids." Fred is nodding getting Liza to laugh.
"You have a nanny so many isn't that big a problem for you. Though I agree kids are expensive and cost more the more you have. Brian has five brothers and a sister, he shared tales on growing up with little more than food on the table."
"Growing kids don't need much more than food on the table, and then there wasn't that much in toys when I was a lad." Brian says coming around the corner with a number of fellas behind him, two of those I know from giving nookie to them, and they have skirts with them.
"If you brought medicinal the punch is over there, just set the bottles beside it, it's loaded."
Some chuckling but two do go that way to set their bottle of hooch on the table by the punch bowl. It is a huge bowl that we had in the cabinets, got Fred to chuckle when we brought it out and filled it up with what became the punch. Beside that we have a big jar filled with martini, Scott and Alfred had figured out the mixture for a big jar.
After some exclamations on having martinis all of them go over and fill glasses with martini. Course about half of the fellas get the punch, it's just lemonade with whiskey in. Easy to tell on that since the yellow tinted punch has turned brownish. The fellas are talking to each other on bull things so the skirts drift over and we are having our own discussion, with Fred sitting next to me.
Mostly we talk about fashion, until one comments on the wedding night finery and then we are discussing scandalous things to wear for our man. Leads to comparing notes with pauses to include more skirts that came with her fella. A number swear by the shorts and shirt that I designed first, though two of those have only gotten them after we made them two sided.
Has a number a little confused on how they are enjoying nookie in those so well. At least until I share that they have gone two sided to help on the nookie enjoyment. Then I share my experience with the sheer slip and everybody wants to buy that. Fred is grinning next to me since he does like me in the sheer slip, and more sales is good for my purse.
When it is getting dark Fred has me help him set out the lanterns. We had bought four of the oil lanterns since there isn't much light in the backyard. One goes on the punch table, second goes on the fixings table. Fred takes one over to the grill and the last goes on a pole we had set up. Audrey and Liza are getting the salads out to the fixings table, along with the fixings.
Dinner is rather grand, and we have a black and tan party in our backyard. Rather grand all the way around, especially since we have cheeseburgers. Cheeseburgers are hard to find in the diners south side. Course a few of the fellas are working north side so have cheeseburgers often so everybody swats them.
Plenty of laughing after too since it is rather funny. Mostly I think since the fellas are all rather plastered. The punch got filled twice with plenty of medicinal poured in so it got stronger. Only one jar of martini but us skirts didn't down it as fast. Party ends and we have some help cleaning up, mostly that is taking things inside since it may rain tomorrow.
Last Sunday of March and it is rainy now, mostly why we waited for the last Sunday. Original plan had been all day Saturday so Fred can enjoy, but it was raining. Luckily Brian had gone to the bulls and said Saturday unless it is raining then Sunday after mass toward dinner time. Finally get it all cleaned up enough and everybody has gone home so we are sitting on our sofas.
"That was nice, I'm surprised there wasn't more bulls." Audrey says getting Simon to chuckle and shake his head.
"A number had asked me how to do a grill since the news on it had spread. I shared the one we have with the brick and how it can be filled with coal or wood." Fred is nodding though there is one thing I want to ask on.
"What were you fellas doing that you cheered about before you started grilling?"
"We had to fit the grilling on over the opening. There is a sort of recess it fits in and not precisely easy, but only way to fix it in place without attaching."
"Had to fill it with coal to, why the fire went so high at first, we poured lighter oil all over it." Fred says getting me to giggle.
"There is an opening to fill it?" Simon is shaking his head.
"The grill can be slanted upward and then load the pit. There is an opening to get the ashes out, simple thing, open the door then use a brush." Audrey sighs with me since we had the same thought, us skirts are cleaning it.
"So we will have to do that tomorrow?" Simon snorts and shakes his head.
"Fred or I will, next time perhaps. Depends on how much ash is in the pit. Be glad we didn't use wood, many times they don't burn all the way down like coal." I am nodding since that is a good point.
