This is bad bad bad quarantine time with nasty COVIDS flying around. Your job is to continue Camp COVID for the grandwreks and keep everybody fed. Period.
Oh, and to shoot-to-kill feral pigs.
And maybe leave Big Foot evidence in his precious barn…
We already had a kerfuffle. The electricity has been going on and off. The weather’s been bad. Not bad enough, I would, think, to cause this much outtage.
I called the co-op. The nice robot told me to leave an explanation of my problem. Took 3 calls to say it all. The thing kept hanging up before I got done telling it my problem.
So…me and Son-of-a-wrek decided to just screw it, we would run the generator. Nope. Butane tank was lower than low. Sucking fumes.
We ordered butane. It has been delivered. Thank-you, Mr.Wrekker…DO YOU HEAR ME, we took care of the problem without your list.
Now that the tank is full the co-op Power is working. Of course.
Son is riding the Power lines today looking for hanging limbs or trees leaning on the line.
I’ve been informed tonight is Margarita night.
I worry about these people. Of course I’ll be the only sober adult and be responsible for kids, pets, & car keys.
Gah!?!!
We are having a lovely ‘Burrito casserole’ DIL made it up. It’s actually kinda good with enough picante sauce poured over it.
I made the picante from my own tomatoes. It’s good.
Virgin Margaritas for the kids is perfect. Maybe Nana can actually have one. Thx for the suggestion.
I regularly do a chicken-and-rice bake with salsa and cheese. Sounds like it would fit in (other than it’s the middle of the summer with a heat wave and you probably don’t want the oven on heating up the whole house).
You cook, so you know about how much salt to add to rice. Probably 1 TBS chili powder. This is ABSOLUTELY the type of thing that I wing it with in cooking.
The ex used to leave me a To Do list–very long, very detailed. The difference between us, I think, is that Mr. Wrekk doesn’t give you hell if you don’t complete the list. Also, your kids are grown and co-conspirators.
I envy you having all your kids around you for so long. Must be pretty sweet!
How are the Meezers these days? Have they adjusted to the world’s longest house party?
The Cats are acting strange. They never really like Mr.Wrekker, but they kinda got used to him being around. They had figured out how to move around to avoid him. Now they are looking for him. I went in the living room earlier and they were asleep in his chair. Weird.
I woke up to a broken pendant light over my island. They are irreplaceable. I was livid. I’ve since calmed down.
It’s just a light.
But the party will be adjusted. Things are gonna calm down, or else!
Many many years ago, my parents had two cats. (Well, actually, I think at the time we had three or four cats and a dog or three. But this story is about the two cats.)
Cat A did not like Cat B. She made this entirely clear.
Cat B took ill and was taken to the vet., where she spent several days. Eventually Cat B recovered and came back home.
Cat A greeted Cat B with enthusiasm and treated her as a friend thereafter. Apparently she hadn’t missed who she had until they were gone.
(hey, I just ran into a case in which the singular ‘they’ made the antecedent clearer!)
I’ve had a talk with the partygoers.
I’m usually easy going about such things.
God knows I’ve had to deal with my share of it.
I’m all for having some fun til things start getting broken or people get hurt.
I’ve gotten pledges of keeping things a little less crazy.
DIL claims she’ll never drink anything with Tequila in it, ever, anymore!! I think her head has been bad today.
I get no such promises from Son-of-a-wrek. I got my eye on him.
Now, there’s Hamza. Poor boy. He’s never had as much as a beer til he came around us. I feel kinda guilty.
He drank about a thimble full of tequila and was plastered last night. It was hilarious.
Of course, his hangover was Guinness book of World Records bad! He’s still complaining at dinner tonight. The lil’wrekker keeps saying, “I told you so!” to him.
He got kinda snarly with her. Now I have another reason to pity him. He just thinks a hangover is his worst problem, tonight.
No hard liquor was purchased today. It should be a quiet night.
