Mrs. White in the Library with the Candlestick

Sunday we had a last minute Old School Bar-B-Que with a New-School-Twist.

My lovely cousin and her friend were in attendance, making me very happy.

The Beard and his brother grilled two entire beautifully-seasoned and stuffed chickens on mesquite logs burning inside Just Yer Basic Grill.

The other roommate (Mister WiFi) came home (after being gone for three days) and went ritualistically through his sequence of Sunday events as follows:

Each (Every) Sunday, Mister WiFi goes to Trader Joes and buys seven pre-packaged lunches for the week, plus one orange and one apple for each day of the week (14 total) to be included in said lunches.

He buys one carton of milk, one block of cheese, one bag of avocados and two bags of pre-washed salad leaves.

Mr. WiFi buys one frozen dinner for each night of the week, one box of cereal (two on a slow week) and two random cans of soup.

He buys one carton of apple juice and one carton of orange juice.

On Sundays, during Mister MiFi's Trader Joes Outing, he will buy one plastic container of organic Roma tomatoes and two pre-packed containers of Wild-Card-Random-Fruits, which are currently pears and grapes but are sometimes peaches and bananas.

Often enough, The WiFi will purchase one bag of dry pasta (only spaghetti) and pasta sauce. This is in exchange for one of the frozen dinner entrees--

I'd bet Cold Hard Cash that I could buy Mister Wifi's entire slate of weekly groceries for him should he ever Take Ill or simply be willing to Join in Any Reindeer Games.

Personally I would love to do it just to see if I could remember everything.

I should mention that The Wifi is often sick actually--being a school-teacher--but plows religiously through said routine all the same.

The Trader Joe's run usually happens at noon on Sunday. He will go once a week.

Then at 3:00 p.m. (3:30 p.m. if he's running late) Mister WiFi will go to Staples and make copies of his lesson plans for school.

This Sunday though, his plans were all bungled because Mr. Wifi had flown to attend yet another, third wedding (which also took place on Saturday).--Therefore his weekly rituals were thrown for a loop.

I could tell he was miffed.

But maybe he was just fine.

Mister WiFi has a magical way of always being (or at least seeming) JUST FINE.

And then we played Clue.

It was a long game with many players. Finally I won but not for trying too hard, only by paying attention to who at the table asked good questions, what each person would ask and how they would ask it, so that without seeing everyone's cards, I pretty much new which cards they had. For instance certain people would guess their own cards to cause confusion. Some people would guess just one (or both) of their own cards to narrow down certain parts of the Final Solution. Some people would operate sincerely and strictly by the most basic of premises, never adding variety or spice to the mix.

I was Ms. Scarlet, but I didn't do it.

This time.