The Daughter has hijacked her mom and taken her into town for manicures, pedicures, and whatever the hell else wymyns do at those places.
I’m going to fix a meatloaf for dinner, so I can cook it real slow and it won’t hurt if they’re late.
I’ve got ground beef, ground bison, ground elk, and a little ground pork (Hmmm, the defining characteristic seems to be that I can’t hit a flying target). Wonder what kind of meatloaf that’s going to make?
I’ll let you know tomorrow, should you be interested.