Part of a phone conversation I had yesterday evening:
Me: So, what did you have for dinner?
Her: Beef nachos.
Me: Did you make them or get them somewhere? Were they good?
Her: I made them. They were good. I made them last night, actually.
Me: How did you do the beef? [I was wondering if she'd used ground beef or fajita meat or something else.]
Her: I used turkey.
Me: Turkey???? Those aren't beef nachos. Those are turkey nachos.
Her: They're called beef nachos.
Me: Oh. Beef nachos: hold the beef, add turkey!
I laughed so hard. I loved it.
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In and of itself, that's a pretty good story. But, it gets better.
I have a very dear friend who's extremely ill...suffering the horrible ravages of Parkinson's Disease. It just breaks your heart. He's in and out of awareness. Mostly out. But, he has moments of lucidity. It really makes you marvel at the human brain. One moment he'll be on a trek to the North Pole and the next he'll be asking if you've had your dinner yet. Last night, I was visiting him and his family and he called to me from the bedroom. He was asleep when I got there so I was a little surprised to discover he knew I was there. And, I don't think I'd really had a conversation with him in about a week or so. But, he called so I went in to see what he needed. He just wanted a hug. Well, hell! I can do that. So, we hugged and I held his hand and he asked about my parents so I gave him a quick update. And, then I related the above conversation to him. And, he laughed. It was so great to hear him laugh. So...thanks, Jennie. Ya done good with your not-so-beefy "beef" nachos.
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