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Just got home from a walk with Reece. The pulled pork was done when we got home. I had no idea how fast that crockpot would cook, because it has no settings. You just plug it in, and it goes. Evidently, it cooks everything on high. (Up until today, I only used it to cook baked beans, and it only took 2-3 hours or so for the beans to get that great, slow-cooked taste...in the oven, I would have them in for a bit longer.)
So I have that in the fridge. Leftover chicken from last night, and leftover pizza from Saturday. Lance will not lack for dinner choices when he gets home tonight. I like that. I may do things this way from now on, unless it's a special occasion. I only care that we eat together, not that we're eating the same thing.
It's been 4 weeks now since we finished painting the living room, and the paint is finally set. I had to wipe down the wall today because Reece's ear was clearly bloody at some point and she did a nice Jackson Pollock imitation under one of the windows when she shook. I didn't want to wipe it off immediately and risk ruining the paint job. It was actually pretty easy to remove. I just needed to use a wet cloth and a little pressure. I'm glad that wound on her ear is now healed up past the point of bleeding. So I won't have to worry about blood spatters on the wall anymore.
I'm really itching to finish The Devlin Diary this afternoon. It's so very good. And I need to decide what I'm going to take with me to read on the plane, because whatever I bring will likely be left in Ohio and passed around. I want it to be something that holds my attention well enough, but that I'm ok with leaving behind. I already have several books at my parents' house that I need to bring back, and several that my aunt Sue borrowed that I would like to have back.
So I have that in the fridge. Leftover chicken from last night, and leftover pizza from Saturday. Lance will not lack for dinner choices when he gets home tonight. I like that. I may do things this way from now on, unless it's a special occasion. I only care that we eat together, not that we're eating the same thing.
It's been 4 weeks now since we finished painting the living room, and the paint is finally set. I had to wipe down the wall today because Reece's ear was clearly bloody at some point and she did a nice Jackson Pollock imitation under one of the windows when she shook. I didn't want to wipe it off immediately and risk ruining the paint job. It was actually pretty easy to remove. I just needed to use a wet cloth and a little pressure. I'm glad that wound on her ear is now healed up past the point of bleeding. So I won't have to worry about blood spatters on the wall anymore.
I'm really itching to finish The Devlin Diary this afternoon. It's so very good. And I need to decide what I'm going to take with me to read on the plane, because whatever I bring will likely be left in Ohio and passed around. I want it to be something that holds my attention well enough, but that I'm ok with leaving behind. I already have several books at my parents' house that I need to bring back, and several that my aunt Sue borrowed that I would like to have back.