I got a message from JR on my voice mail today. At first I thought it was a computerized message, then I thought it was Stephen Hawking making a prank call. Nope, it was JR sounding a lot like Stephen Hawking. Needless to say this week’s get-together wasn’t happening because this week she was protecting me. Isn’t it great how friends look out for each other’s wellbeing?
Anyhoot, just so that her sacrifice wasn’t wasted, I put in about 30 mins in the kitchen, and now it looks worse than it did before. I don’t understand that. I suspect I never will understand that. It was a bit depressing. Not surprisingly, there is no picture.