He blanched them. I skinned them. He bagged them. This was the second batch to go into the freezer; one or two more batches will be enough to thaw and turn into tomato sauce or spaghetti sauce.
The hives continue to disappear. I have a (as in one) new one that cropped up yesterday, but we seem to have them on the run, rather than vice versa.
Had fun teaching Primary this morning. He taught the lesson in the high priest quorum.
I got a 3-4 hour nap this afternoon, while he dozed in his chair. Now he’s ready for bed, and I’m ready to head back out to the living room and knit until I can’t keep my eyes open one moment longer.
He liked his Father’s Day card, and the present I gave him: four pens that I found in the June issue of Real Simple, in the form of a hammer, a screwdriver, a wrench, and a ginormous screw. So nobody can say he has one loose. Although technically he does, as it’s still out in the living room rather than here on his desk. In the spirit of Father’s Day, this is a link to a book about Darth-as-dad that I found on Movie Mom’s blog.
I have the munchies. I know where the chocolate almond milk ice cream is hiding. Seeya!
About Me
- Lynn
- Ten years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Retired, and mostly enjoying it. Still knitting. [Zen]tangling.again after a brief hiatus.
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Best wishes to you both. And 47? Wow. I have three plants, nine tomatoes, and another three that were already stolen by the squirrels as little hard tasteless balls.
So glad you've got a good oncologist.
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