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.