Not hating on y'all, I'm really not, I've been distracted. Moving two ranges into a trailer, then setting them up for a sanctioned match, then tearing down when it is over and loading the trailer for the road home. At some point you are just throwing stuff in boxes. Those boxes have to be sorted. That is what I have been doing this week.
Couple of weeks ago, I wat talking with grandson Lucas and told him how his great-grandmother would freeze Snickers bars to have around when necessary. If we asked for a treat, she would gie us a frozen Snickers bar. Lucas reported today that a frozen Snickers bar is worth the wait.
Hurricane season starts tomorrow. The National Hurricane Center reports no tropical activity at this time.
Well, glad you’re back safe and sound (and unpacked). Looking forward to your next post.
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Frozen Snickers: Ah, memories. Wife in induced labor with third son for 10 hours. No luck. Go home. We did. A week later we were watching Johnny Carson, she from the couch and I somewhat hidden in the kitchen doorway as I took HER frozen Snickers out of the freezer without telling her. As I bit into the Snickers she yelled, we've got to get to the hospital NOW!!!! I drove quickly. As I was scrubbing, doc entered and while scrubbing told me if I wanted to be there for the birth I'd better scrub faster. Third son was born under an hour later. "Frozen Snickers" has been an inside family joke ever since.
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