What goes into a beet salad besides the obvious?
I found two more bills today that I had forgotten about, having arrived last week.
Today was going to be the day that I really got busy on my transcribing. Ha-ha.
I went out with the Fan Club, earlier, but my chest began to hurt so I came in. There are two women, both named Cindy, who join me and the guys, and between the two of them, my staying power is only about 20 minutes. The New Cindy is condescending and “I did this better than you,” when I didn’t even know there was a competition, and the Old Cindy is loud and obnoxious, but well-meaning. My tolerance for one is not good, but when they are both there, I need to leave in a hurry.
One of the guys, Charlie, knows why I leave, I think, but he is far too polite to tell anyone. One of the guys is from the same county I grew up in, about eight miles from me. I think he’s about two years younger. He’s Chuck, and he’s cool. But Charlie is my favorite.
He’s been here almost as long as I have, and he always got good stories to tell. So does Chuck! The two wimmins??? GAH!!
PS: I’m wearing my Spam 70th Anniversary shirt!!! :o])
Beets, beet stems, and beet greens.