I figure that if people don’t want what I’ve cooked, they can put it in the freezer until a “regift” opportunity arises ;-).
Dark, raining, sad petz. I told Tom to do his math, and he went to bed. (He really does act like he’s pregnant sometimes ...) Told Sally to do math and she disappeared. Unnngh.
That’s how I felt about math until I became an adult. I’m sorry, but some of us mature in our 30’s, 40’s and 50’s. We *do* get there, eventually.
It was foggy, misty and rainy as we crossed the river this AM. Almost like being in one of those creepy movies. Being from the desert, I like moisture and the lush greenery here.
Have to go and do work, but hope to check in again before I fall asleep. Thinking about y’all; prayers up (as usual).
When I was a brand new bride in San Diego, we had some neighbors downstairs. They were separated for a while, but got together every two weeks or so when their schedules permitted it.
He called her once on a duty night and asked her if she was pregnamt. When she said yes, he said, “I figured. I’ve had morning sickness for the last week!”
Maybe Tom will feel better once the baby is here.