Meatloaf and snowmobiles
If it wasn’t for my uncle’s meatloaf, I’d surely be dead today. You think I’m kidding but I’m not. See, we – that being me and my best friend – were determined to go get good and silly up in the cabin so I sent Steve to buy absinthe spoons and I got a bottle and we grabbed some tubs out of the fridge and off we went into the great beyond. Meaning, we hopped into the car and headed north. The cabin was fine and we drank and sang and had a great time, but the car wouldn’t start and no one knew we were gone. The cabin’s fuel ran out and so we were huddled around a tin foil package of meatloaf and felt sorry for ourselves.
That’s when I heard the snowmobile. My uncle was out checking fences and wondered why the car was in the drive. We were saved! Hooray!