I had the ingredients, the recipe and the pots. No guts, not glory. Just didn't seem worth it when I knew it would be terrible. So I cooked scrambled eggs. Same results, terrible, but at least I know Bob will eat terrible scrambled eggs. I pushed them around my plate.
Spent the day with Andie. Can you say world wind? She let me borrow the Mad Cow truck so we could go get me some pea gravel. She bailed when it came to shovel the pea gravel out of the truck and into the hole in the ground that use to be our hot tub. My arms hurt so bad I can barely type.
So I'll say night night.
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