A little chili with my cheese, please.
Last evening, chili for dinner. Today, chili for lunch. It's a cold, blustery day, perfect for spicy food. I have the furnace turned off, it's acting up. It comes on then shuts off. Better to leave it off until I can get the hvac guy here.The heaters and the blower on the fireplace are keeping us from being too cold.
My son sent me a text yesterday morning asking if he could come to lunch. I swear he is going to think we are avoiding him. It's the third time in a couple of months I had to tell him no. All for valid reasons. This time Mark doesn't have time to visit, he's on a deadline and needs to be finished tomorrow. Mark has commented that the son doesn't seem to know me, I am not an impromptu person. Under the best of circumstances I don't do well with last minute plans and I never have. I guess the memory of uptight mom is buried. I told him we could plan on next Saturday but he isn't available. I'll see his new truck before it's an old truck, I'm pretty sure.