Morning. Came into the office even though I hadn't planned on it. Someone dropped the ball on some work that has to be done today. And that person is on PTO.
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Put your turkey, still sealed in its plastic
wrapping, in a large pot in your sink.
Fill the pot with cold (yes, cold) water.
Now put your faucet on a minimum
stream over the bird, which will circulate
the water. You don't want to use warm
water in any way - it's not food safe to
let it sit in tepid water. Once you can
feel that the drum sticks can be moved,
unwrap the bird, and stand it upright in
the pot, legs sticking up. Now aim the
stream of water to the insides of the bird,
defrosting all the innards, so you can
remove the bag of giblets, etc. Now your
bird is defrosted, and you can wrap it in
plastic wrap, and return it to the refrigerator
until it is time to start cooking it.
We had a one day weekend because DH had to work today and that one day blitzed by. Went to church then spent the day running errands before going to the worship night at our friend's church. One errand didn't get done so it'll have to wait till this weekend. Came entirely too close to 3 accidents - nearly missed being in one, saw the aftermath of one, and nearly saw one happen. The one we nearly saw happen was due to the driver in the left lane proceeding into the intersection when the left turn light turned green. The driver was halfway across the intersection before realizing their light was still red and other drivers were turning left. How they missed the stream of traffic turning left right in front of them, I don't know.
The near miss for us - Missed being in a bad accident by 1 second and maybe 1 inch. It was only by the grace of God and His hand on my steering wheel that we didn't end up sandwiched between two cars. I was in the left lane and this woman in a Prius started a right turn on red when I was about 50 feet from the intersection. When I got almost across the intersection, she changed course and headed straight for my dad's Jeep (he lets us borrow it when we're at my family's house on the weekends since my truck isn't fixed yet - waiting on parts to arrive). There was a white car in the left turn lane on the opposite side of the road that had just barely passed me. Thank God there was no traffic on the opposite side of the road because I went over the line, behind the white car, and around the front of the Prius. No collision. If the Prius driver hit us, she would've pushed us into the white car.
Tell me, why can't people just put things where they go? I mean the cookie jar is right there, you couldn't put the cookies IN the jar? You could only manage to set the pack beside the jar?
And what's up with living the tortillas on the end of the counter? You couldn't take two steps to put them on the hutch?
Ok.
You know what I forgot to clean? The top of the fridge. Gotta get that done today.
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