OK, so I definitely don’t recommend having your car sputter to a stop on a hill, forcing you to recognize the mistake of not getting gas earlier.
However, if you’re going to run out of gas, do so about here:
Not only was Mr. Munson kind enough to supply me with a couple gallons of gas, but he also gave me a tour of his farm, a historical narrative of the area and a big bunch of fresh greens!
That was the best stupid thing I’ve done in awhile!
It’s 9:15 p.m. and my husband is eating pickles.
He also ate them for breakfast this morning.
I think he might be pregnant.
Sometimes, I’m just too lazy to go hunting around for Saran Wrap to preserve the leftovers.
I call this “The Food Terrarium.”
Mike wore a look of despondency this afternoon when the hand mixer that he found on the side of the road more than five years ago appeared to have died.
But don’t lose any sleep over this travesty because after a bit of fiddling with it, he got it to work again. Whew. Close call.
I’ve eaten an equal number of pea pods and peanut M&Ms for dinner. That about equals out healthwise, right?
Just in case anybody thought that my cooking might actually be getting better:
The other night I accidentally broiled the rolls instead of baking them.