Not on My Property!

DH and I found a dead bird out front today. One of the indigo buntings that has frequented our feeder. Sure, we speculated on what got it, but as it had probably been there for a few days we didn't take a really good look.

However, later in the afternoon, two boys with a BB gun, took aim at something in the tree over our bird feeder and birdbath out front. Fortunately DH and I saw them and chased them away. Frankly, I don't care what they thought they were hunting, but they aren't shooting ANYTHING on my property. I don't care if this is Tennessee, I don't think it should be acceptable to take any kind of pellet gun on anyone else's property and shoot at anything.

A Favorite Dinner Recipe

While the DH is recovering from his right-sided wisdom tooth extractions, I have been struggling to find soft foods to feed him. Father's day was fairly easy since he was able to eat some spaghetti with marinara sauce. Other things on his menu have been: mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese and elbow macaroni with butter & salt. I know younger daughter is salivating at that last one.

So on day three of his recovery, I decided to make sloppy joes. The buns are soft, and the ground beef is easily chewed on the other side of his mouth.

My mom had a great recipe for sloppy joes. None of that manwich stuff in a can for her family. Which was odd, because we teased her about her propensity for opening cans and feeding us!

Mom's recipe included ground chuck, ketchup, mustard and diced onion. It's a straightforward recipe. you brown the meat and onion, add ketchup, flavor with some mustard and voila! Unfortunately, today the ketchup bottle top decided to juggle around and flipped over on me, the floor and my nice clean and freshly ironed top and capris.

Man, I hate when that happens.

The sloppy joes were awesome though!

Wow, You Suck at Charades!

After hemming and hawing about it for months, DH finally had two of his wisdom teeth pulled. At the ripe old age of 59.

The wait pre-appointment was about an hour and a half. In a room full of moms and dads and kids. Yikes.

Finally, oral surgeon comes in and agrees, that yes the two on the right should come out and the two on the left were fine. After that, things moved quickly and we were out of there withing 20 minutes.

Fast forward to hubby with packing in his mouth and still numb. Trying to tell me something. Was he trying to speak in a foreign language, because I did not understand a word he said? DH resorts to charades. I finally tell him - email me or write it down because I have no clue. After receiving the email, I'm really glad I never had to play charades with him.

Anyway, Happy Father's Day, DH! At least you are speaking in English today!