My first full day of being fifty looked like YBW and I doing the last minute tidy and clean.
Well, I tidied and cleaned while he organized the garage and junk room in the basement before trimming, and mowing the lawn.
A pleasant break in the middle of the day involved me walking up the street to make sure Meredith and Beau remained safe while their mom went to the doctor. They’re in school two days a week, and learn online three days a week and yesterday was a home day. I was happy to fill in when their dad was called into work unexpectedly.
That evening we celebrated our hard work with a visit to our local Vietnamese joint. YBW was hankering pho ga, and I especially love this lemongrass chicken dish.
Only they’ve changed their menu and out came something not at all like the dish I love. It smelled similar, so I was content.
Until I took the first bite.
I don’t eat dark meat chicken. I understand it’s more flavorful, but for me it’s a texture thing. I literally cannot chew and swallow it.
So yeah…
Honestly, it wasnt that bad. The flavor was good enough, but after swallowing whole chunks of chicken thigh I was quite finished eating, thanks.
But, the house is ready for a shit-ton of randos to come through starting Friday morning.
Please send all the good juju that it sells quickly, I’m ready to to be in our house and feel relaxed and not always trying to check off the next to-do thing.
But, let’s get real, I’ve had worse.
(smirk and a chuckle)
Well done you, but WTF is a ‘rando’? ❤
Thank you for making me laugh! ‘Rando’ = a person one does not know, a random person.
Am still giggling! 😘
😂 I thought you were being politically incorrect ❤
Bahahaha!! Sorry to disappoint 😂