We're meeting tonight to prep meal boxes for the folks working a bug shoot this weekend. Over 500 shooters expected and around 75 volunteers.

John always sliced the meats (smoked turkey and smoked pork) so Im going to try to carry on the tradition.

I managed together it loose last night by climbing up on a ladder and using a butter knife to pry the suction cups loose. Probably damaged them but....

What pisses me off so bad is that T always claimsnt stuff like this is my fault, that I just need to talk to Kate. But that's hard to do when she doesn't answer the phone, doesn't return calls, and doesn't return messages.... (Messages that have a read indicator that shows me she got them in a timely manner. That she lies and tells him she never got...)