A. took Cubby and Charlie camping for the night. They were very excited. So was I. Because with the three of them gone camping and the MiL away on a trip, I was left with no one but myself to feed.
Well, myself and Jack, but his idea of a balanced meal is pureed beets and yogurt, so I wasn't too worried about him.
I got some potatoes at the farmers' market this morning and I had great plans to cook some potatoes with cheese and maybe Swiss chard. Oh, and we have some leftover beets! How balanced! How healthy!
Yeah, who am I kidding? You know what I had for dinner?
Chips, dip, and gin. Hey, at least the dip was homemade.
I didn't even eat it at the table. And my dining companion was not required to wear pants.
He practiced his dry-land swimming while I ate.
I did manage to cook one of the potatoes, which I mashed and fed to Jack. So at least one of us ate reasonably well.
He approves of potatoes.
Based on my dietary choices when left alone, it's a good thing this happens about once a year.