I know it was a national holiday today because the traffic going in this morning was nonexistent. And there was no mail. Big hint there.
Michael has to go back to school tomorrow. He is NOT a happy camper.
I made the best pork tenderloin for dinner tonight. I put Hog Waller dry rub, a little salt and pepper, and stuck it in a pan with some water, in a 250 degree oven for 3 hours, and voila, fork tender pork. That plus BBQ sauce is very tasty. Prep time? 5 minutes.
I also made Elva's Fabulous Salad and re-heated some rice from last night.
Michael had eaten dinner at Colton's house about 6:30. I picked him up a few minutes later.
About 8, he had a big plate of salad and a little bit of pork. Two dinners sound weird to you? When my brother was in high school, for almost an entire year he would go to his friend Steve's house after school every afternoon. They ate dinner at 5:30. At my house, we ate between 7:30 and 8, or thereabouts. Steve came over and ate with us every night. One day my mother saw Steve's mother at the grocery store. [Knoxville wasn't a big place then.] Mother said "We surely do enjoy having Steve over for dinner every night." Steve's Mom said "Well, we enjoy seeing Bruce EVERY NIGHT." Then they both realized what had been going on and started laughing.
Speaking of high school, you remember those cameras where they shot the photo out immediately and you watched it develop? Mother had one of those when I was in high school and college. The problem was, those photos got murky after a while. I unearthed a couple of photos of me, though, from 1980-82, which were years I was so self-conscious there are very few photos of me in existence. I thought I looked hideous. However, I scanned in the two photos I found of myself and they are both sort of cute [from my advanced age of 49].
Me in about January 1983, with Molly Mac, our bassett hound. She was such a cute puppy. We hardly ever put her down. I was 20 and looked about 13?!
This one was made my senior year in high school when I was in the Westside Dinner Theater production of Hello Dolly for 6 weeks. I worked 6 nights a week, and went to school about 3 hours a day, which was all I needed to graduate. I didn't sleep much. They let me bring my costume home once or twice. Dad liked to dance around in his pajamas.
In looking at those two photos it just occurred to me, I am way too white. I should've gotten out in the sun more. I look like the undead. We lived on the lake. I was always too busy...
