Her message: "When you're ready to talk about the ham, I'll be here."
The ham. Oh the ham. Betty had this honeybaked ham sitting in the fridge for the last two or three days. And it was just so easy to reach in, nudge aside the gold foil, and peel off a slice, slam the fridge, and go. I got to where I could do it in one motion, deftly, with one hand, while checking email on my phone in the other hand. I mean, I had a Ham Routine. That can't be good? Do not do as I do!
And also, today after church I was making the deviled eggs, and you know how you always have filling left over after you spoon it back into all the egg halves? Reader, I grabbed a slice of, yes, ham, and MADE A LITTLE HAM AND EGG FILLING TACO. Like where the ham was the taco shell and DON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME.
(I wish you could see how I'm cracking up typing this. I mean, are these tears of mirth or shame, I don't know. It's some kind of release though.)
Today was a nice day even setting aside the deviled egg ham taco. Church, lunch, nap, brisk walk around the mountain, driving back home singing Glee songs with Laura, and now, looking at the pics I took and ham blogging.
Have a good night. I'll be back in better form tomorrow. Here's a snapshot. xoxo
|Laura checking her dad's pockets for eggs. My girl.|