Where did that pity party come from this morning? I’m really not sad about moving. I dread the chickens leaving tomorrow but I know it must happen and I’m so happy they’re going to a good home. I think of wives whose husbands are in the military and the wife is holding down the fort for a year or more . . without being able to reach her husband on the phone or email immediately when needed so I know I’m being a wimp and I’ll do better.
I’m trying avoid going to the grocery store so we can use up what we have here but I decided Pop-Tarts and ice cream were necessities. Vince refuses to buy Blue Bell . . I think just because he knows I’ll eat it before gets any but he had bought some off brand which was bad enough but the flavor was black walnut. Try a root beer float with that!
Now I’m back on track. I’ve had a Dr. Pepper and a Pop-Tart. But . . the grocery store didn’t have Homemade Vanilla ice cream so I got a small container of Banana Split. You know it’s time to move when the grocery store is out of Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream!