yesterday was a little crazy. but, hey, it's my life, so i'd expect nothing less. i left work around 3:00 (i had some flex hours to use), picked up new contacts, and stopped by the grocery store. i was supposed to have dinner with my little sister, sallie (not my biological little sister, but my little sister nonetheless), but i had to cancel because of the crisis that i mentioned in yesterday's post. well after the crisis was averted, it was too late to reschedule dinner, so john and i decided to grill out at his house. i got home around 4:00, took a quick nap, spent some time in the word, and decided to hop on my treadmill for a run (it was storming outside). i ran about two steps when all the power in one half of my house went out. i went outside and checked the breakers (can you believe i knew to do that??). flipped the one that was off back to on. fail. still no power. i decided to let it "rest" (i don't know, that sounded like a good thing to do) until i got back from john's. so rewind to around 6:00 when i put eight potatoes in the oven to bake to make john's requested side dish: twice baked potatoes. okay fast forward back to 7:15. i leave my house (hot potatoes in hand) for john's. put the potatoes back in the oven until around 7:45. pull them out and proceed to try to peel them (with joe's help). i'm pretty sure he and i both have third degree burns. anyway. make the twice baked potatoes, put them in the oven, and prepare for deliciousness. we sit down to eat at around 8:15. our food looked fabulous - like i was pretty sure it was going to be a really good meal. neg. the chicken was raw (as in it was still clucking), and the potatoes were completely undercooked (apparently i didn't mash them too well, and there were big chunks of raw potato). so the five of us, john, tuck, joe, carissa and me sat at the table laughing hysterically at our uncooked meal. carissa tore through her chicken, claiming that it was like eating sushi. hahaha. john was screaming about how i screwed up his potatoes. joe was whining about salmonella, and poor tuck was just trying to enjoy his meal. it was hilarious. probably one of my favorite nights over there. so i get home around midnight, after the disastrous dinner and "sherlock holmes," to find that i still have no power in half of my house and a big roach crawling across my floor (i always get a roach when it rains a lot).
just a day in the life...
i may have something meaningful to share later. maybe not. we'll see.
peace and love, friends.
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