Me? I’m trying to figure out how to talk Mike into grilling stuffed-hot-dogs. Hot dogs stuffed with things like American cheese and apples, onions and raisins, I would have to get the card to go on, but it cracks me up just to picture the look on Mike’s face. We’ll see.
Does it get much better? Here are the daisies Mike arranged for me when I came home from “abandoning” our oldest child in the godforsaken town of Tallahassee. Clearly, though, I’ve recovered. Ian and I stopped at Goodwill today and I found this box of 1970’s recipe cards. I am pretty sure my mom had the same thing but she had a red box. I’ve had so much fun going through recipes this afternoon. Some great, some truly scary. Dan called this afternoon. He’s doing well – bought his books, found the gym, discovered hills and how they change your life as a runner. He was going to a concert tonight. Classes start Monday and his world is going to seriously change . . . until then, I hope he’s having fun.