Good morning. Yesterday was a busy day. It didn’t help that I didn’t sleep well the night before. I woke up for a potty emergency at three and couldn’t go back to sleep for a couple of hours. Possible TMI - Every time my top touches anything, it’s like electricity.
We had a wedding shower for our Band Director, which was really nice. After the toast, the couple asked for wedding and marriage advice. I gave my standard advice about not trying to have a “perfect day,” because that ain’t gonna happen. Instead just make sure it’s a good day.
After the shower, we hit the Men’s barbecue sale at church, we picked up about ten pounds of meat, brought it home, chopped it up, and vacuum sealed it for later consumption. We are set for barbecue for a year.
Today, will be relaxing with the fam, watching handegg. I’ve got a pound of pre-plague ground beef (Costco + vacuum sealer FTW!!), and I’ll be making a mousaka for dinner. I just need to get my MIL to remember to put it in the oven for 30 minutes while we’re at Sunday evening yoga.
Irrational? Irrational!!?? There is nothing irrational about hating Carolina.
I made my first gravy about fifteen years ago for Christmas[1] dinner. Mrs Magill was late returning from her day after Christmas sale shopping. I looked at the pan with the fat and the flour and the beef stock, and said to myself, “Gravy is not a big, hairy spider. Gravy will not tie me up and throw me in the basement.” The gravy turned out fine.
Boxing day, really ↩︎