RecipeMuncher

Right…so I am sitting in my den watching a program and I hear my dog barking like crazy at the crazy banging on the front door. The wife answers and some guy in a poncho, who has backed away from the door about 15 feet at this point, begins some monologue. I can’t hear him too well because I have manned the battle station at the sofa table grasping the Smith and Wesson .38. Whatever he was saying, Beck didn’t like it because she turns to me and says, “honey, he wants to (...)