Get ready for some changes, folks, because from now on, Tupperware has a new rule. Everything stored in those trusty containers will be assigned a designated throwout date, and I’ve got the perfect tool to make it happen: the label maker, adorned prankishly by Dave with a sticker that says “label maker.” No more chaos, moldy surprises, or shrugging off the mess with an “it can’t be that bad” attitude. We’re taking control!
So, my day started off with a bang, and I continued riding that wave like Beckham bending it on the field. And hey, get used to my quirky metaphors because this lady is on fire, just like flaming hot Cheetos.
Next on my agenda was a trip to Walmart to gather supplies for my herb garden. I stumbled upon a metal, oval drink holder for only $12, and it was just the right size for my needs. However, when it came to seeds, the store attendant regretfully informed me, “Sorry ma’am, we don’t carry them anymore.” Disappointed but undeterred, I settled for a parsley and thyme starter pack, and called it good.
Back at home, I diligently transferred the soil to the bin, planted my two little starters, and scoured the house for herb packets. They were randomly scattered in places like the garage, laundry room, and front porch. After some searching and organizing, I managed to gather dill, cilantro, basil, and chives to complete the mix. (By the way, I had to steal the chives from my garden since my mischievous ducks had devoured them. But don’t worry, they’ll grow back soon.)
Speaking of growing, you know what won’t grow back? My 9-inch tall corn stalks. Every time I saw them grow, I’d remember the colloquial saying my endearing Minnesotan neighbor, Jack, taught me: “Knee high by the Fourth of July.” Well, they didn’t quite make it to knee-high by July. Not even close.
There’s a potential change happening next door, as our neighbor’s house is scheduled for inspection after a whopping 240 days on the market. Fingers crossed that everything goes well and we get some awesome new neighbors, preferably ones with a child around Evelyn’s age. Let’s hope they don’t follow the footsteps of the previous neighbor, who introduced themselves by knocking on our door and stumbling in drunk at midnight within a month of moving in.
Tonight’s dinner menu features al pastor, a delicious concoction of chopped pork, pineapple, and spices wrapped in a tortilla with a sprinkle of cheese. It’s our first time trying it from Costco, so here’s hoping it lives up to its mouthwatering description.
After a much-needed seven-plus hours of dedicated “me time,” I can proudly say that today has been a major success. I can’t wait to see the expressions on Dave and Evelyn’s faces when they witness the level of reorganization and cleaning I’ve accomplished. Trust me, it’s a sight to behold, and I’m more than pleased with the results.
Having a “me day” is pretty interesting, I must say. I got to kick back, relax, and enjoy some much-needed downtime. But you know what made it truly special? Kicking this place’s ass into shape.
Take care. Love, Jaclynn
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