I'm cleaning the house - straightening really. Put away 3 loads of laundry. Sorted out mac's t-shirt drawer for the rest of spring into summer. Re-filled the plastic tubs I used for the flea-market. Washed dishes. And now having some water and a break.
Next up is hanging up clothes in my room and putting away the remainder of the flea market no-sales.
Hmm. I want a cheeseburger for dinner. But enough to go get one? Unclear.
I just had a cheeseburger. That I had delivered. It was not the cheeseburger of my dreams, but it did the trick.
I think Oz was expecting the delivery guy to come in.
I ordered one to pick up! I'm not sure who here would deliver one to me. Which is weird, I realize.
I remembered who would deliver to me, but it's the place I'm boycotting. The burger I did get was tragically overcooked, alas.
So Loki saw a cat on the front porch. Sitting in one of my planters. Maybe doing more than sitting. Won't plant herbs in that one. Big orange longhair that caught us watching and sauntered up to the door. Loki did NOT approve. Hissed and yowled and was very funny.
For some reason delivered burgers seem weird to me.
You need to stock up, Jesse.
Burgers don't travel well. The bread gets soggy; you can't reheat it without overcooking the meat. It's not like pizza or Chinese food.