By the time I got up this morning Vergil had already mostly field-dressed a deer in the garage with Mr. Moon.
Whoa! The man is serious about providing meat for his family.
Meanwhile, Maurice and I missed the whole situation.
But I got busy and started laundry and cooked a big breakfast and unloaded the dishwasher and I'm thinking I might better get to town and buy a turkey and whatever else I need to make the food I'm taking to Lily's house for Thanksgiving. Also, some friends of mine are moving and no, I am not going to help them move. Please! I am hoping to take them soup and bread.
I could/should make some apple butter and jar it up and I should also start on Lily's baby's quilt.
Procrastination is being carried out a little too seriously around here.
By me, at least.
So. I just looked up apple butter recipes. That's a start. Right? A lot of them involve a crock pot. My crock pot came from Goodwill and isn't very big and doesn't cook right. Maybe I'll go buy one of those crock pots on sale at Costco. Shopping is a great way to procrastinate.
At Costco. On the Saturday before Thanksgiving.
Oh Jeez. I don't know. And who cares? WHO THE FUCK CARES?????
Do you realize that I still think I am looking at dog pee or poop on the floor sometimes? Poopatory hallucinations? Do you realize that I am so freaking happy never to have to clean up dog pee or poop again?
Do you also realize that obviously I have nothing to say today?
Until I do...