For those of you who do not know, Al is my car. Al is very old and fragile to say the least. He needed a new muffler, so today Ray and I headed off to the shop to get him fixed up!
Since Al had to be at the shop around 8 this morning, this meant that I had to get up early than I have been. This would have been just fine if I have a normal sleeping pattern. I stayed up until 1 am last night figuring this whole blog thing out and then preparing for the pot roast we're having for dinner tonight. This is how my thought process went last night: If the pot roast cooks for 10 hours, and we're going to have dinner at a reasonable time, I need to put it in the cooker before we leave to drop off the car. Oh my... this means I have to get up extra early.... I know! I'll prepare everything tonight that way I can just dump it in the cooker and be out the door! After all, it's nothing too fancy - just carrots, potatoes, seasoning and the roast.
I'm sure many of you seasoned cookers know what I'm about to say and probably would have called me to say "NOOO! DON'T CUT THE POTATOES THE NIGHT BEFORE!" And you probably should have. Before I even sliced into the potatoes, I wondered if I really should. That, my dear friends and family, is what is called my gut feeling and apparently I haven't learned to follow it yet. Low and behold, I go to the fridge this morning and there they sit in their plastic bag - brown, slimy, and just plain unsanitary looking. Luckily, my husband is amazing and we stopped by the grocery store and picked up some more potatoes on our way home from the muffler shop. With all that said, I hope dinner turns out better than my salmon patties (story for another time).
On a different note, Magma had her adult shot and rabies vaccine on Tuesday which meant that she did nothing yesterday except sleep. I don't know if all cats suffer from side effects after shots, but Magma definitely does. When you pick her up, she hisses. When you try to pet her, she winces as if she's in pain. She slept all day and night without eating or drinking. It took her five minutes to move from one spot on the couch to behind the love seat. Ray and I felt so bad for her, but luckily she won't have any more shots until next year, yay! (Just don't tell her we're getting her fixed sometime in June) She did start to feel a little better last night and today she's back to her normal, active self.
Well, I'll let you know how the pot roast turns out and tell you if Al still sounds like he's attempting to be a Harley rather than the '91 Buick he is.
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