Saturday. An easy day really. Work this morning. Take Mom out to lunch. Set out Mom's dinner (turkey meatloaf, mashed sweet potatoes, green beans, and a sugar free ice cream bar for desert). Do a little shopping, home by three or four, take a little nap. Then get ready for the mighty Ducks to take on Mary's vaunted Huskies. I am a little worried about the games because I don't think the Ducks are a good as advertised and the Huskies are better than advertised. I'm thinking the Ducks pull it out but in a really close battle.
"Were you born in the barn?" my dad would always shout whenever we mistakenly left a house door open in cold weather. When we lived on a farm we did spend a lot of time in a barn, sometimes even spending the night in a cozy little cave we built. I remember one time when I was young and invincible , I thought I could fly. I got on the roof of the barn, put my arms out and jumped. I didn't fly but I survived. It was that broken collarbone that was a lot of trouble though. I am barn connected so I really liked the following story:
Now that I am learning to cook I don't go to restaurants as often because my food is healthier and as good or better than theirs. I do like the weird though so I might try some of the restaurants in the following story. I will probably avoid eating in the dark or on top of a crane but the others do spike some interest:
Cooking is a do yourself project isn't it? Should I move on to other DIY projects?
go ducks. I didn't capitalize it because I don't want Mary mad at me.