My mother would fix deer liver with bacon and onions. No one has come close to fixing it like she did. She's serve it with mashed potatoes, gravey and baby peas. I liked it, and have tried it since, but the taste isn't there.
Got a lot of decorating done downstairs, and am done for the day. I have a nice martini Mr. Marple made for me, and am perusing the news. I just love this time of year.
I HAVE MY TOOLS BACK! ALL OF THEM!
I took the old frenchman back his screwdriver and told him that in the future, I would not be borrowing tools anymore, but if he needed any kind of tool made for him. I HAVE THE TOOLS TO MAKE TOOLS!
It's good to have my stuff back. Everything. Steering wheel puller. Got it. Wood rasp. Got it. Tiny files. Got 'em. Half inch drive sockets. Check. Log splitter. Over there. Maul. Got it. One pound brass plumb bob, that screws together so the string actually goes through the CENTER (I made that)... Got it!
If I don't have it. I can make it with what I have.
God has blessed me with what's left of my stuff.
/john