Hey Texie. I’m back. My husband had the nerve to expect food three times today. Sheesh, he isn’t a Q’er, doesn’t get it yet. Although he comes into the office more, asking me what’s Q up to so making progress. I am working on red cords and door knobs, putting something together that I tripped over a couple of days ago. I had the flower market and shark week posts Q’ed to go so I dropped the door knobs. Wow, Q unleashed hell on Avenatti while I was gone.
Give hubs a loaf of whole wheat or pumpernickel, five or six cans of tuna fish, a head of romaine lettuce, and a jar of mayo.
Oh, and a can opener.
If he complains, throw a bag of ripple chips at him and hand him a beer, too.
This stuff is *important*.