Pollyanna might crack
In general, I am ever the Pollyanna. But even this Pollyanna is struggling.
My heart hurts so much.
All of it. terrible. bad. horrible. should.not.happen.
We are a family of law enforcement appreciating people.
Our oldest served. Our future son in law currently serves. Some of our very closest friends serve as LEO and Firefighters. They/we are all appalled at the actions of four uncaring individuals.
And the outcome of those four uncaring individuals has escalated into chaos, death and pain for many innocent people.
2020 can suck it.
Sunday morning I did a little stroll on the pool lanai after working on my rock project. Turns out it will be finished in 2020 and not 2022 as I’d thought.
Turns out laughter is medicine.
Linds came over last night to prepare and enjoy a meal with us; she made crack chicken soup because her dad requested it earlier in the week. It was delicious by the way, but seeing her was even more delicious.
The recipe called for 8 pieces of bacon. I suggested she use 10. She asked her dad how many he recommended; his advice was for 18 pieces. Are all men in love with bacon?
I made the two ingredient pretzel bites that Alli had shared recently; they were so good.
I made them into two different batches; one with just some butter and salt and then some with some ranch dressing powder.
The first batch I forgot to put parchment paper down and every little pretzel bite stuck to the pan, so there was a lot of cussing in the kitchen for the first batch.
My kitchen is actually accustomed to this type of behavior.
After dinner Linds and I laid in bed and face-timed her sister. We are weirdos with the same weird sense of humor; we giggled, guffawed and rolled at our own silliness.
You know the place where some people have abs? That place on me is sore.
THAT is the best kind of sore and I really appreciated the levity in such a heavy time.
I was going to post on Friday, but our internet went out Thursday afternoon when a lightning storm hit us. Did you even miss me?
We didn’t get it repaired until Saturday afternoon. Ya’ll, I’m a survivor.
I hope everyone is doing ok and finding some joy in the midst of all the heartache and anger.