I almost stroked out in the 100 degree sun this afternoon, folks. Seriously. My head started pounding, I felt dizzy.
But I’ll be dadgum if we didn’t get the scary backyard cleaned up. It still looks dead and terrible, but at least there’s not a wood scrap pile laying in the middle of it, right? Man I can’t wait to see it once the saggy sad shop is gone. It’s looking TOUGH these days since we stole the windows out of it for the new garage. But if you want to make an omelette you’ve got to break some eggs.
Speaking of eggs, Ben’s parents stayed the night with us and Ben cooked a really good breakfast for us and a million deviled eggs for another funeral of a church family member. I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t know how to make them—but fortunately, Jook taught her boy a thing or two in the kitchen.
Ben’s daddy loves his beard. LOVES IT.
They suggested we go to this seafood place called Berry’s in Magee for supper tonight that his dad’s been talking about. He told us it was amazing. He told us it would rock our world.
And that was true. I ate the best mac and cheese I’ve ever tasted beneath fake trees that felt like real trees inside a building that felt like I was outside. I ate so much mac and cheese. Everything was from scratch and everything I put on my plate was the best I’d ever had. If you can drive there—do that. You’ll thank me.