I've just made pimento cheese sandwiches and cucumber and tomato salad to take to Owen's school for Mr. Moon's and my lunch. I am supposed to bring something to share with Owen and I feel terrible that I didn't bake anything or...hell. I don't know. That child. When his mother asked him what he'd like for her to get him at the store for the party tomorrow, he suggested "one of those salad plates" which is a veggie tray.
Owen is an example to me that some people are indeed born wanting to eat healthy.
So. It's Friday and Grandparent's Day at school and it was cool enough to sleep without the AC last night and I woke up cold. "Cold" for us is anything under 70 degrees but still. There you go.
I think I am going to have to get a new cat. Maurice wants less and less to do with me and more and more to do with my husband. I feel slighted. I feel bereft. I feel jealous.
Do you find it as hysterical as I do that the Republicans are vilifying the Pope due to his messages of helping the poor, accepting immigrants, and taking responsibility for climate change?
Happy Friday, y'all