he’s fixing the disposal – not inhaling

A big box arrived…. I swear the UPS man turns off his engine and coasts down the hill to get to us so when he bangs on the door I’m completely caught off guard.

A box full of Omaha Steaks…. Kevin’s mom has been at it again. The woman must participate in some “Frequent Meat” program or something.

Nonetheless – there’s always yummy things…. And the immeasurable fun of playing with the dry ice that comes in the box.

Probably should have tried to figure out how to repurpose the dry ice for a stikfa theater set – but I was pooped and just wanted to veg on the sofa.

Too sleepy at the moment to cleverly deny blogging.