Thank What It's Friday?

Today started out pretty good.

I had a full morning planned because I was going to my sisters to help her put up a cabinet in her bathroom that she's been asking for help with for a month and I had time today. I got my drill and found some of those drywall thingys for screws. I was prepared. And I needed to go to the grocery store as usual because we are out of stuff but strangely not milk. Still I wrote my list.

So I got dressed and got in my car.

And my car wouldn't start.

And my husband was working and he said he would try to come back by but he didn't think he could and that I should look for the charger. It might be under the carport. Or in the shed. Maybe behind the surfboards.

And I said, I don't know how to charge it.

And he said I should learn. What if he was dead? I should know how to do this stuff.

And I thought, If you were dead I would call somebody else, but I said,

Ok.

And he said, go on YouTube and look up how to do it.

And then he got off the phone and my Internet was not working.

So I messed around with the wires and re-set stuff and it was still off so I wandered around the house for a little while and then came back and finally it was on.

So I watched. About 5 different videos. With about 5 different instructions, including this guy:

How to make people with dead batteries nervous

who I think might be drunk

and bleeding to death.

So I went to the shed and found the charger and put my car hood up.
And I looked at the battery.
And I looked at the charger.
And then I read the instructions on the charger.
And then I looked at the charger
And then I looked at the battery
And then I cried.

And then I went in and cried some more.

Because we we're out of Little White Donuts.

And Little Debbie's.

And because my husband is a meanie.

Until he came home after all and and charged my car.

And then he told I could go help my sister and go to the store.

Just not to drive over any bumps because he couldn't get the strap back on the battery.

So I drove like I was 80 and finally finished.

And I am home safe.

And Middlest just sent me a text.

She said,
I passed Economics and now I feel like I'm going to cry.

She PASSED Ecomomics.

I think I might cry.

The Mothers Day Spatula: A Love Story.

My husband is not the romantic type. Well, he can be very sweet and mushy and lovable. He's not the violins and poetic sweep you off your feet type. Which is good because that kind of romantic makes me feel awkward. I'd be yanking on my dress to make sure my underwear wasn't showing.  He's more the chase you around the kitchen type. Which works for me because I have a bum ankle and bad knees, so I can't go very fast ; )

Anyway.

Part 2

My husband hates what he calls Made Up Holidays. To be fair he doesn't even consider Fathers Day a time he deserves something special. When it comes to giving gifts for mothers day his opinion would be, "you aren't my mother." Which is true, but his mother isn't mine and I'm usually the one who picks her gift but anyway...He does always make sure the girls recognize the day and can be counted on for something nice for dinner or some extra goodies. He's the kind of guy who brings me the candy I like, because he happened to be in the store, any old time and I have no complaints.

Part 3

I love cheeseburgers. I could eat them everyday. Which is expensive and fattening. So. My solution is that I buy the very lean 93% fat free hamburger at the store and make my own burgers, eating them on whole wheat bread with only ketchup for lunch a few times a week. It's good and not as deadly as fast food.

Part 4

I hate washing pans and the girls aren't very reliable at doing a good job.  So for years I have used nothing but non-stick pans. I'm something of a Gourmutt so this is no big deal. I don't need fancy, I'll just burn something on it and not be able to get it off. Anyway, non stick means only plastic utensils so that there aren't scratches on the surface. That's all I have.

Part 5

The other day I was making a cheeseburger for lunch and my husband was with me. I was waiting for the cheese to melt and it takes forever while the burger overcooks and I mentioned,
"The only thing I hate about non stick is that you can't use metal. If you use a metal spatula you can heat it in the pan and then lay it on the cheese and it immediately melts it to the perfect consistency." Which is true. It's yummy. Then I sat down and ate my partially melted cheese-burger.

On Friday I was taking a nap on the couch  getting ready to do some housework when my husband came upstairs. He was sneaking quietly across the floor with something hidden behind his back. When I looked at him he had a little smile on his face. I have an early Mothers Day present for you, he smiled.
 I'm thinking, "oh cool, candy? flowers? A nice T bone?"
" It's not much, he said, but I knew you wanted one."

And then, he proudly presented,

 My Metal Spatula! 

All mine for the sole purpose of heating and holding against the cheese on my burgers to make them perfect.

He saw it and thought of me. Because even if I'm just rambling about some thing stupid he is listening. And that. Is love : )

 He also bought me an electric can opener because ours broke a couple weeks ago and now I don't have to call him every time I need a can opened  struggle with the hand helds that I have trouble with because I'm getting a little arthritis. No matter that I already replaced it a week ago and he didn't notice. It's the thought that counts.

I guess my MIL is getting a can opener for mothers day.

I will be eating perfect cheeseburgers and Feeling Loved every time I melt that cheese!