We are having our water meter looked at because our water bill has been a whopping zero dollars for the last few months. We, and by we I mean Matt, called the water company as soon as that first bill arrived back in November, but the earliest they could schedule an appointment for us was today so we have been enjoying free water for the better part of three months. I took my last extra long shower this morning, and did one last load of free laundry.
The men are working on the kitchen ceiling because sometimes you've gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, and know when to
Our ceiling was a mess due to styrofoam faux wood beams spending 60 years adhered to the ceiling with construction adhesive, and while Matt and I can paint, install a floor, install cabinets, and Youtube our way through some plumbing projects, we cannot repair sheet rock on an eleven foot ceiling.
As for the tent in the backyard, I have no explanation. I woke up and it was there. I texted a pic to Matt and he said it probably just blew in overnight. I told him I hope it blows back out because there is no way I am going outside in the frigid temps to wrestle someone else's tent. He said, "I hope not! I might keep it."
It is still trash picking if the trash blows into your backyard?
I follow a Facebook group for one of my favorite podcasts, Sorta Awesome. Someone posted this in the group the other day and I cracked up, but I couldn't think of any examples from my own life.
And then I went into the kitchen to make dinner, which included Italian sausage, and proceeded to take the sausage links out of the fridge, remove the casing, mash it up, and then cook it.
I didn't need the whole package, so I looked up more recipes for sausage, and so many called for ground sausage. I DID NOT KNOW YOU COULD BUY GROUND SAUSAGE. Since we've been married, we have meals including Italian sausage on a fairly frequent basis and for four years I've been uncasing sausage links and mashing it up with a potato masher like some kind of culinary amateur.
Now that we have this fancy new kitchen, I feel like I need to step up my cooking game.
Someone who cooks sausage like I did belongs in a tent in the backyard.
At least the hose water is free out there.