Life is just one thing after another, isn’t it?
I have a list of foods and stuff to buy for the campout and another list of things to prep. The payoff is that if I work hard for a couple of days, I don’t have to do any cooking at the campsite.
Bill the Son responded to threat of my phoning him and “talking like Grandmama.” He texted that he has plans with his friends for next weekend and won’t be joining us on the trip. “I’ve been in a phase of not answering texts and emails,” said the totally Milennial youth.
We aren’t pressuring any of the young adults to go on these trips - just offering and expecting a yes or no.
Congrats on the laundry!
Works for me!
The shirts are hanging to dry and I did some organizing in the kitchen, but I need another dose of morphine before I can do any more.
If I can just get another 90 minutes in, I'll be a happy person!