Dear Horse Pucky,
My husband and I are invited to dinner at a couple's house this weekend. When I asked if we could bring a dish to pass, the hostess emphatically said, "No!" I feel really funny showing up empty handed. What should I do?
~Not Too Sure
Dear NTS,
First of all, I wouldn't have asked to bring a dish to pass. I suggest you purchase a nice bottle of their favorite wine to take to the house. If they don't drink, perhaps a lovely bouquet of flowers for the table would be nice. There are plenty of gorgeous summer flower bouquets available at local roadside stands.
Just remember, no means no.
On the other hand, if you were coming to my house for dinner, I'd have asked you to bring the whole dinner...and the wine...and the flowers.
~Horse Pucky
In case you were wondering what horse pucky is, you came to the right place. Pucky is synonymous with the other four letter word that begins with an "s" and ends with a "t" but is too crass to mention in polite company. There's a lot of pucky flying around these days and this blog proves it.
Showing posts with label dish towels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dish towels. Show all posts
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Dish Towels Gone Bad
Most of the time I find the perfect present for the people on my gift list. There are excepions to the rule as in the case of the not-so-perfect dish towels gone bad.
Jon needed dish towels, so I went to the dollar store and found some man-type kitchen towels, which cost a dollar each. So far, so good. The colors were white and yellow plaid, green and white plaid, and burgundy with navy and yellow trim. Again, so far, so good. They were 100% cotton absorbant. 'Not bad for a buck apiece', I thought. So, I bought them.
After going through the laundry, just once, they shrunk to wash-cloth size with lovely puckered edges. To make matters worse, every time Jon or I went to wipe water or spilled coffee off the counter, the towels just spread the liquid around. So much for being absorbant.
The long and short of it, the towels got thrown in the trash barrel. They weren't even suitable to take to the barn due to their lack of absorbancy. Everytime we dipped the towels in water, the water beaded off of them like RainX on a windshield.
Like they say, "You get what you pay for."
Jon needed dish towels, so I went to the dollar store and found some man-type kitchen towels, which cost a dollar each. So far, so good. The colors were white and yellow plaid, green and white plaid, and burgundy with navy and yellow trim. Again, so far, so good. They were 100% cotton absorbant. 'Not bad for a buck apiece', I thought. So, I bought them.
After going through the laundry, just once, they shrunk to wash-cloth size with lovely puckered edges. To make matters worse, every time Jon or I went to wipe water or spilled coffee off the counter, the towels just spread the liquid around. So much for being absorbant.
The long and short of it, the towels got thrown in the trash barrel. They weren't even suitable to take to the barn due to their lack of absorbancy. Everytime we dipped the towels in water, the water beaded off of them like RainX on a windshield.
Like they say, "You get what you pay for."
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