We left the beach at (as Butch likes to say) "O dark thirty" and were home around 11 a.m. We unloaded the car and started working. I immediately went outside and fertilized my hydrangeas.
You know me and my lists--I have a huge one to work through before leaving tomorrow. And, I'm playing bridge today. Then we're going to 5:30 Mass for the Pope tonight. But, I'll get it done--I always do.
On Sunday, I was getting chicken out of the freezer for dinner. I was confused when I opened the freezer. When we left, it was almost empty. I've been trying to use up everything. This is what I saw:
He came down and said he hadn't done it. Then I remembered getting a text from Mindy telling me about her week. She mentioned that their refrigerator had gone out. Butch said, "I'll bet Mindy came over to drop stuff off." Yep, that's it.
This reminded me of this post years ago--2017 to be exact.
We just never know what we're going to come home to.
It's not often you come home to find more food in your fridge than you had when you left. I love the fact that your first thought was that Butch was to blame!
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