Word of the Day

Dideo - Another name for a DVD.

Three quarts of tomatoes. Have you ever had to peel grapes? Most of the tomatoes that I needed to blanch and peel were cherry tomatoes. One can only eat so many cherry tomatoes. When that limit has been reached, something has to be done with the rest of those little suckers. Thus, I peeled and canned two full quarts of vine-ripened, cherry tomatoes. Yes, I know. I suppose I could have put them through the food mill...if I HAD a food mill. I don't. It wasn't too bad. Should be interesting to see how the resultant canned tomatoes work in making spaghetti sauce...or salsa. HTP made brand new labels for my green beans and tomatoes. One would actually think that I bought my canned goods in the store...if it weren't for the glass jars.

Sweater Project Update: I've pressed all the pieces of my sweater puzzle and am now working on putting it all together. At this point I can't imagine myself actually wearing this sweater. Yuck! I hope it gets better after I wet it down and fluff it in the dryer. Of course, I still have a lot of sewing to do and I'm not very good at it...obviously. Wow! Can you believe that it's already September 1st? I may need that sweater sooner than later. Better get busy.

Day Three- A Gambler's Tale

We met again for breakfast. HTP and his Mom went off after breakfast so that HTP could coach his Mom on the mysteries of video poker. HTP's Aunt went off to play her favorite slots. I hung around and watched HTP and his Mom. As I played on a nearby machine, a casino hostess came up to visit with me. She handed me a comp for our next mornings breakfast and told me that our next stay along with the airfare would be paid for by the casino. Oh-oh. You know you've been playing way too much when a casino host or hostess hunts you up in the casino in order to tell you something like that. I'm not sure if we'll take them up on the offer. Quite frankly, HTP and I both felt that Laughlin has seen better days. We noticed gang graffiti along the riverwalk and the amount of weekend "toughs" that were hanging around the casino didn't make us feel comfortable. The Riverside just didn't feel like or measure up to our favorite Vegas hang outs. We only went so that we could spend the time with HTP's folks and our youngest daughter and her husband.

Anyway, after breakfast, HTP's Dad went off to find a 7 7 7 machine. Our daughter and her husband disappeared to check on things down the riverwalk. We agreed to meet the kids for supper at 8 PM. I gambled. I shopped. I walked down the riverwalk. 115°F. Hot doesn't describe it.

Woohoo! I got another Royal Flush. Flushed with success, I went to meet the kids for supper. Looked like most of the casino had the same idea. We put our name in and retired to the bar. We settled in to wait for the two hours we were warned about. Fifty minutes and two martini's later, we went into supper. Not bad. Prime rib all around. This was our last night in Laughlin and we enjoyed.

We left our room to catch the bus for the airport at 7:15 AM. I used our breakfast comp for rolls and coffee which we enjoyed while we awaited our bus. The kids came down to wave us off.

The flight back to Minneapolis was uneventful. Crowded, but uneventful. The witch, interestingly enough, ended up sitting next to HTP's folks. Poor HTP's folks. Actually... No, I won't go there. After we dropped half of the passengers in Fargo, the plane ride was a lot more pleasant. We all spread out to take up the available seats. Leg room at last!

Upon arriving in Minneapolis, HTP went to get our car and I, accompanied by HTP's Dad, his Mom and Aunt in wheel chairs, each being escorted by airline personel, went in search of our luggage. Luggage recovered, we met HTP out at the curb. Slick as peanut butter.

HTP and I drove his folks and his Aunt back to their place and then we continued on to The Lake.

The End...well, I did have to unpack and give #1 son the Marilyn Monroe clock that I'd bought him, but essencially, that's it. That's all she wrote.

Murphyism of the Day

Les Miserables Metalaw

All laws, whether good, bad, or indifferent, must be obeyed to the letter.