Master doesn't like it

when The Woman doesn't post for days on end.

Let's see. 

Thanksgiving.

We went to my mom's

 and it was really a pretty relaxing holiday.

Not for my mom, though. Sorry 'bout that, Mom!

This was the first Thanksgiving in 27 years

that I didn't make a single pie.

(or a double pie, for that matter..)

I can't help but think the two are related.

My pies taste good

- or rather they used to

 back in the old days

when we ate Crisco and white store-bought flour - 

but man

everyone  has to leave me alone

while I roll out the dough!

I've been going through our bedroom

sorting

and getting rid of as much as I can.

I'm just so sick of this house always being a mess.

But you know how that kind of cleaning goes;

things get worse before they get better.

I've been sharing the bed with a bunch of piles for almost a week.

ugh!

Yesterday was Jeremiah's 7th (!) birthday.

He wanted hot dogs for lunch.

I asked what he wanted with them.

He said, "Ketchup, mustard, and juicy pickles."

I meant as a side dish.

He wanted chicken salad.

I told him that didn't really go together.

He didn't mind....

We took our chicken salad and hot dogs to our river

and built a little fire.

For a while

we thought we were going to have to just eat our wieners at home

but we finally got a small blaze going.

Fortunately

 we'd finished eating 

and had already soaked the logs in the river

when the Sheriff drove by.

We discovered that 

we need to bring towels when we go to the river.

And a change of clothes would be smart, too.

There was  some big news this week, too

but

that

will have to wait till tomorrow.