I'm known in a small (but rapidly expanding) circle of people for my meatloaf. So much so that one of Dad's nursing home friends requested that I make some for his birthday tomorrow ( Read more... )

Mom called me this morning to warn me that Shut Up Aunt was going to try to recruit us to go back over to The House. I don't know why - I think the place is bereft of junk to shove off on me, and it's not really our place to clean (Uncle Slim is in the final stages of purchasing it). So we've both been screening calls all day. Because we both ( Read more... )

I'm supposed to make meatloaf this weekend. One of Dad's nursing home friends (a good-natured chap named Charles**) requested that I do so to Mom, and she passed on the message. See, when I make meatloaf, I make a lot and spread the wealth. I have a list of people that seem to have meatloaf radar and await their piece. It's grown the past ( Read more... )