I love long weekends! And long weekends with trips are especially fun. It was great to visit with my grandparents, I don’t get to see them as often as I’d like.
Before we hit the road this morning we ate a final fancy breakfast.
Chicken sausage,
egg casserole leftovers, which I ate cold to my husband and grandma’s duress,
and a banana.
We were not as well provisioned for this trip as we were on Saturday. I did the best I could but still arrived home hungry. A low-fat string cheese,
and a Muscle Milk Light bar.
Yeeetch! I took two bites and decided I’d rather go hungry. At least with the dog we stop more often and I grabbed what I really wanted a bit later, candy.
I’ve been badly wanting Twizzlers for a few weeks and after a serving that craving was satisfied.
Webster slept most of our journey which meant I had time to finish the book I started on the drive over.
Hands of My Father is a memoir about a hearing boy’s childhood with two deaf parents. New addition to my top list of book favorites! I had to hold my breath to keep from crying at least once a chapter and I laughed just as often. The setting of a Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn post Depression lent itself to some good stories.
When we did get home I spent my evening making chili. And weighing chili, and pricing servings…
This was for a class assignment, and it was beef to boot so I couldn’t even taste it! Instead Adam and I got take out for dinner.
Tuna melt on sourdough (no butter on the bread) with cheddar cheese and a side of fries.
Plus a slice of carrot cake.
Umm, plus the last two chocolates.
Can we so uncomfortably full?
























































































