In an effort to get Mr. Happy to stay away from junk food and also to pass the time while we’re waiting because otherwise all I do is work and all he does is lay in his bed listening to music, I’m teaching him to cook. Go ahead, take as much time as you need to absorb that statement. I know, believe me, I know, how ridiculous that is. I have, maybe, four things I can make that taste ok and that no one, at least not to my knowledge, has ever died from. They all revolve around chicken, chop meat, chicken, salmon, chicken, several canned and boxed items, and more chicken, but if I can get him comfortable with seven nights worth of dinners before I finally, please God, get to go home in June, I’ll be happy.
You had me smiling through this entire story….😊