Thursday, May 4, 2017
Skillet Burger Meal and Deteriorating Brain Cells
In between all the 9,764,321 little details involved in getting ready for this special event, life has the nerve to continue happening!
I had naively believed that, why of COURSE I can handle a vendor space at our large Country Chicks Spring event.....
The hubby figured a clamming trip was just the thing! We could 'get away' and 'enjoy the beach'. Fancy words for....let's get up before daylight and drive for an hour and a half and hike a mile to the beach, then dig like crazy for cold, wet clams! Last dig of the season, so off we went.
Three morning clam digs and 90 harvested razor clams later, we were all 'rested up' and came home. Can you say laundry, dishes, housework, animal chores, lawns to mow? When does the 'rest' begin?
Did you know that you can make a really delicious meal in one skillet if you really don't want to do any dishes?
The people at the beach were a bit on the strange side. This fella wouldn't even speak to us.
A couple days after we got back (today) we had a group wedding-invitation-making gathering. Six adults, five kids and we made a big dent in the work, but haven't finished yet (of course).
People no more than headed out than our beautiful sunny (80*) day turned absolutely black & stormy! Hail the size of quarters, thunder & lightning....and one HUGE strike!
This is just after trying to make breakfast a day or so ago and, being unable to locate the pan spray for the pancake griddle, I say, "I need the....spray...paint! No. SPRAY paint. Spray PAINT. Hmmm. Spray? Paint?"
"STOP SAYING THAT!" says my alarmed younger daughter. "Oh, I found it!" says I. The...PAN SPRAY.
On that note, I shall stop this post. And maybe go lay down for a bit, lol. May the fouth be with you. And your brain cells, too!