I drove home in a fog tonight.
No, seriously. It was really foggy.
I do a lot of driving for RAPTOR...an average of 100 miles per program. All this driving gives me time to think.
Why do "food" and "good" not rhyme?
We had a container of Parmesan cheese magically appear in our pantry. (I almost typed panty)
I was getting out some soup, and there was a whole, unopened can of Parmesan. I don't remember buying it. We have been having spaghetti without it forever. Geoff didn't buy it. When he comes home from the grocery, he has pretzels, Juicy Juice and imitation crab meat.
So. This cheese was placed there by someone not in this family. Duh duh dummmmm.
There really IS a cheese fairy! Where the Hell has she been all my life?