Feb 5 2021
There used to be a show on TV called "That was the week that was" or something like that. It was a news show. Went away. For us, this has been one of those weeks - sure, no real pain or gain - but a week. That's it. A Week.
First of all, today, the 5th, is my #2 daughter's birthday, born 1967. If you want to calculate the age, have at it. Needless to say, I am too young to have a daughter that old. ASIDE: She is called #2 because she was born 2nd among our 3. I mention this because some folks are so anxious to jump on a nothing and condemn others for a slip of the tongue or a stray comment. Shame on them.
So she has a birthday today. We will call tonight if the phones are still working. Tomorrow, a trip to take her and Tom out for lunch. We do lunch in order to be home before dark - I just hate my dogs being outside after dark. We still have critters that roam in the twilight.
Her fine hubby Tom will do something for her tonight; he always does. I do think he has a gift for the creation of different ways to celebrate all sorts of occasions. Go Tom Go. That would make a great book title.
My wife finished off her gallon of ice cream left over from Christmas - yep, last night. It has taken her until now to eliminate our one gallon of vanilla ice cream. Woe is me. What now?
Sometimes I make remarks in passing about nonsense. Obviously, once in a while, I actually get it right. Being the diabetic I am, sweets are few and far between. I buy little snack packs at the grocery store (kids carry them in lunches to school) -- the Sugar Free chocolate pudding snack paks. Not too bad to eat on a lonely night watching TV with the dogs. They're good. Probably not as good as real chocolate pudding made with sugar.
In our refrig is a can of the whipping cream spray on stuff - left over from Christmas too. In passing I told the wife to get one of those snack paks and cover the chocolate with whipping cream. I thought it was funny. Imagine a little plastic container of pudding covered 8 to 10 inches high with whipped cream. (Eat the whipped cream and throw away the pudding.) See below.