By This morning I returned that wretched, poisoned Peter Pan Peanut Butter to Wal-Mart. They gave me my money back. Then I bought some Jif.
Since the temperature is above freezing this afternoon, 52 degrees!, I washed the salt off my car. Again. The sun is still shining. It’s been out all day. For those of you who are reading this while immersed in warm Georgia air, you have to understand that this just hasn’t happened much lately: sunshine! The ice in the driveway is almost all melted. That ice has aggravated me for… let’s see, five weeks? Six weeks? A long dang time, that’s all I’m saying.
The neighbor girl delivered the Girl Scout cookies today.
