We ham ham, N.O.T. salad, and corn on the cob.
No cake, no dessert.
Sah-son got some pizza (leftovers) from his favorite pizza place.
We made good time, 90 minutes down and 80 minutes back.
Ripple behaved himself, other than getting into some of the toys left on the floor. I told my mother if she kept him for a few days the kids would learn real quick to pick their stuff up and put it away. He’s normally pretty shy but he was all over my mother, wagging his tail and ignoring me.
metal mouse, it was north middle BF Tennessee. Two more miles and it would have been BF Kentucky.
Sunday chores are finished. I got some work done on my decorated capris and even sketched out a project to do with the ends of the pantlegs that I cut down. Supper was cilantro lime chicken with a strawberry cucumber salad and a chardonnay spritzer (you know the rule, one glass of wine in the dish and one in the chef )
I promise you I’m not Suzy Homemaker and I’m no stranger to clutter. However, you can see the tops of tables and such in my house - they’re not buried under a foot of stuff. My baseboards may be a bit dusty, but I don’t have huge clumps of animal hair all over the floor. I can’t even begin to describe how filthy some of the things we packed are - not just dust, but layers of crud.
And it was that disgusting the day they brought the baby back from the hospital. Their landlady/roomie is a bit of a slob…
Anyway, they’re here and tomorrow we’ll start unpacking the truck and cleaning their crap.