re: #131 Decatur Deb

Drove 500 miles today, getting Wife to a Panhandle airport. She’s hand-carrying Grandson1 from his father back to his mom in Denver. Wife will hang out there for a month to make the trip worthwhile. I will work my way down the foodchain until I hit the last-ditch MREs.

MREs stands for Meals-Ready-to-Eat. Some are Meals-Unable-to-Eat, or MURs.

Save yourself! Get some big cans of Chef Boy-Ardee double stuffed Ravioli, a jar of Italian Seasoning, and some garlic powder.

You’ll at least survive.