Farvel Cargo's 10 Greatest Posts of 2010

Let me tell you, it was very hard to narrow them down to 10. What you should do is review the entire year of 2010, there are only 62 posts. That embarrasses me a little, I should have posted more.

But let's start the list:

1.) I'm just here to observe

These are in no particular order of greatness, that would take too much effort.

2.) Don't put Dad in a coma This one is my brother-in-laws favorite.

3.) Usually my alcohol comes in a plastic cup

I based my list on 3 factors, my own valuable opinion, the comments the post received and the feedback from around my sister-in-laws dining room table.

4.) Try to keep up!

5.) There are things out there, things

6.) Who peed in grandma's toilet?

7.) Shopping with mother and the two areas I must avoid to maintain my sanity

8.) The Jury Duty Series

Jury Duty Part 1, maybe the only part

Meanwhile back in the Jury Assembly Room holding tank

Before the Benadryl kicks in

9.) From the Scary Asian Dry Cleaning Dude files, #1675 section B

The list could not be complete without mention of the Scary Asian Dry Cleaning Dude.

10.) Ladies and Gentlemen the douche has left the building

You have a lot of reading to do, you better get started.

Have a wonderful 2011!

Happy New Year and thank you for reading my blog.

Sue and Bill's Wild Weekend Part 2: Breakfast Is A Big Deal For Us

At 4:30 in the afternoon Friday, we stopped for breakfast. Because going out to breakfast is huge for us. Probably because we never eat it, ever, except for cereal. And then Saturday, we emerged from our hotel room at 1:00pm in search of a good breakfast again. Mingling with the locals and tourist, we arrived at the "we're having breakfast again" restaurant and past by a woman just outside the door licking something out of a little plastic cup. Both of us noticed and said nothing, but our eyes met and twinkled with anticipation. We love restaurants full of weird people.
I don't know if I had "Humor Blogger" written all over my face or they saw the white bungee cord sticking out of my purse and immediately labeled us "tourist", but the hostess stuck us in the back room by ourselves. I don't know how they expect us to learn their culture if they stick us in a back room. But then our waiter Johnny arrived. Huh. Imagine if you will a man say, 30 something, with a Moe from the Three Stooges hair cut, jet black hair, but cut uneven, an earring in each ear, very pale and too thin. He looked at us with pad and pen in hand like he was accustomed to getting the once over and was just waiting for us to get it out of our system so he could serve us breakfast. We said nothing.
We never did learn what we were suppose to lick out of the little plastic cups, but Johnny served up a good breakfast.