I had a really great idea for the beginning of this post, but by the time I got over here, it was gone. This is the story of my life. LOL
Saturday, I ordered a new Foreman Grill and a pastry cutter from Amazon. My Foreman is getting too old to clean well enough to feel safe about cooking on it and I don't own a pastry cutter (silly, I know, considering how much baking I do). Anyway, Amazon tracking said the package would be delivered Thursday or Friday of this week. When I checked tracking on Wednesday, It said it would be delivered that day, but it wasn't showing 'out for delivery'. It was showing that it's here in the area - in Hollister, so about 75 minutes from here* - so I was thinking Thursday. Then Hubs reminded me it has to go through our local post office. That adds a day usually. So Friday. 48+ hours to get a package about 40 miles. Woohoo. (Update: My mistake... it actually arrived yesterday afternoon, but it came UPS, which explains why it was here on time.)
*Google maps says 52 minutes but I've never made that drive in less than an hour and a quarter. And people wonder why I don't visit Branson more often. (Well, distance plus it's all peopley there.)
Speaking of that, people are amazed about a lot of places around here I've never been to. Harrison, Rogers, Bentonville, Joplin... I've never even been in Springfield proper. Only to the airport, which is on the west side of the city, so I never have to actually cross into the real city to get to it. Cities... blerg. They're so peopley. I can't imagine the lure of being in a space with all those people. And don't get me started on traffic. Here there's a traffic glut if 5 cars are at the four way stop at the same time or if I have 3 cars behind me when I'm on the highway. (In cases of people behind me, I often pull off somewhere and let them pass just to get away from them.)
For the past 7 years, I've talked about going down to Beebe, AR to visit the graves of my great-great-great? grandparents (Mom's Dad's Dad's Mother's parents). I've also talked about visiting her great grandfather's (her Dad's Dad's Dad) grave over in Coffeyville, KS. They're each only about 125 miles from here, but I can't seem to muster the will for traveling anymore. And poor grandpa Frank is laying over in KS all by himself after a horrible accident where he was smushed between two trains. (The grisly part of genealogy is learning the gruesome ways our ancestors died.) His wife took the kids, remarried and moved down to OK where I lost track of her, but I know none of them are buried near Frank. =o(
My new Foreman Grill is the kind with removable cook plates for easier cleaning. They can be put in the dishwasher, but I'll wash them by hand so they last longer. All I know is when I did the pre-use wash, it was easy peasy. Cleaning the old one was a pain in the buns. I love the cautionary bits in the instructions - make sure plates are completely cooled before removing. Umm, duh.
And that's more than enough out of me today. What's up with you?