Showing posts with label Pinhead Scottish Oatmeal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pinhead Scottish Oatmeal. Show all posts

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Pinheads Unite!

This morning I went over to see Kinky. When I arrived at the Lodge, he was cooking his breakfast—Pinhead Oatmeal, from Scotland, that I had given to him, a few weeks ago, to try. Tony and I love Pinhead Oatmeal and now Kinky does, too.

As Kinky stirred the bubbling mush, he told me that he was getting low on his Pinhead Oatmeal, and he asked me where I had bought it. I told him, “HEB, but they were out of it, yesterday, when I went to buy some more. We love that stuff, and it is really good for you, too.” Kinky agreed with me.

“Pinhead,” Kinky said, with a laugh. “I like it’s name. It’s funny.” I agreed with Kinky.

After he ate his delicious porridge, we went outside to the Friedman Family Bone Orchard, so Kinky could puff on his cigar and play with the Friedmans. FYI: Five weeks ago, Kinky quit, and has banned smoking inside the Lodge—because of Perky—it makes her cough. As we sat and visited, Mr. Magoo appeared with his newest stuffed toy—a little pink pig that oinks and makes little pig sounds.

Kinky would throw the cute, little stuffed toy for Goo. Gooie would then run and get it, and then he would squeak it non-stop—until Kinky took it from him, for another throw. After a few minutes of non-stop squeaking, Kinky told Goo, “No more Gooie. I am not going to throw it anymore. You need to go rest.”

It was like Gooie understood Kinky. He squeaked his toy twice at him, and then he came over by me and sat down next to me—with his back turned away from Kinky. “I think he is mad at you, Kinky,” I said.

Kinky got out of his chair and walked over to Goo-man, “Goo, we will play fetch later. I’m tired.” Mr. Magoo totally ignored him.

“Gooie says, ‘I’m not speaking to you, Kinky. I am mad at you,’” I joked. Kinky laughed. Gooie didn’t.

When I came home, I went to Amazon.com and typed in Pinhead Oatmeal from Scotland. Not to my surprise—they carried it! To order it, I had to buy a five pack of cans, and it should be arriving here Friday or Saturday!

I then worked on the calendar for several hours and made a lot of progress with it. Then Tony and I went to Kerrville. When we returned, I called Kinky to talk to him about the calendar pictures, that I wanted to show him. He told us to come on over.

After looking at the twenty best pictures, that I had narrowed down—the three of us picked the final thirteen big pictures for the calendar! Then Tony and I came home.

After we came home, I realized that I had forgotten to tell Kinky about ordering the Scottish oatmeal, so I phoned him and got his machine. “This is Pinhead One, calling Pinhead Three—to tell you that I have ordered five cans, and the Pinheads should be here by Friday! Over and out—of Pinhead!”

Lori, one of the famous NoMads of Kerrville, and the Cowboy Steak House, has just called here at 8:44 and left a message, asking me to call her. I just returned her phone call, and got her machine. I hope everything is okay!