Counting our Chickens

I decided we needed a date so last night we went to check out The Green Mesquite, a barbeque place in Austin that had been on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives, and also sold pulled pork barbeque.  I'd been craving pork so off we went, to find this place we had never found before.  After circling the block four times, Jeremy finally found a parking place to pull into -- I was SO glad he was driving and not me as he can parallel park and I'm not so sure I can.  Into the tiny place we went and right back out the back door to their outdoor eating area where live music was blaring so loud it was hard to have a conversation.  As Jeremy said, "For cow people, it wasn't bad."  It will at least hold me until I can get some really good barbeque in Memphis in a few weeks.
While we were talking over the music, our conversation drifted to various things like baseball, politics, funny stories from work, and then to the fact that our DVD player has been messing up and Jeremy wants a Blue-ray.  I think working at an electronics store has spoiled him for life to all things simple when it comes to electronics.  I pointed out that I desperately need new tires and brakes on my car and he needs to have his checked because more often than not it sounds like it isn't going to start. . . and it's getting worse.  He pointed out that he knew all that, but . . .

Well, let me give you some back story.  We got a letter in the mail several weeks ago from our life insurance company telling us that they were being taken to court and that if that person won, everyone who had a policy with them would get a pay out.  I don't know if we'll get anything or really how much even though Jeremy said it could be up to $12,000.  I'm really honestly not holding my breath for it.

He is.

He keeps slipping into conversation, "when we get that check we can . . ."  I keep pointing out that he's counting our chickens before they hatch.  He says he knows, but wouldn't it be nice if . . .

Yes, it would.