Anticipating a visitor

My dear friend Allison arrives on Friday for a fun-filled weekend in the desert. Brandon seems to be quite concerned with her visit the last few days.

Strangely, every comment he has made has revolved around what she'll be eating.

First, last week, I received strict instructions on her diet: "You better feed her good while she's here."

Like I had any intentions of feeding her poorly.

Then later, he expanded: "Let's not feed her any elk. I mean, she'd eat it, and she'd like it okay, but she wouldn't be like, 'Man, this is good.' We should feed her some halibut or something like that."

While looking through our fridge one afternoon: "You should go grocery shopping before Allison gets here. We don't have many good things in here."

And finally, after buying two half-gallons of Blue Bell ice cream, bringing the total in our freezer to five flavors: "What? It's for Allison."

He has also grilled me on what I plan to cook for supper Saturday and Sunday night. Both answers were followed up with: "And you're sure she'll like that?"..."Okay, good. That'll work."

Which is kind of funny because this girl is anything but a picky eater. In fact, both of us are a little annoyed by picky eaters. I really can't think of anything I could set in front her that she wouldn't touch. This is why we get along so well.

Although, I'm still trying to convince her that Red Lobster is not good seafood. These poor people who don't grow up on the coast...

So Allison, rest assured, Brandon will see to it your tummy is happy while you're here. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's all he's concerned about.

There might be a scorpion in your bed, but you'll eat well.

With four flavors of Blue Bell to choose from for dessert.