I hate the heat I really really do. Can not handle it at all. So I went to mom's once again because she has air conditioning.
Decided we were going to have homemade pizza for supper. So there's me trugging around the grocery and I bump into this guy Barry who is the best friend of the husband of my friend Erin.
Nice fellow, talks with a thick southern Ontario accent that is half French and difficult at times to understand him, but nice fellow. I asked if the boys got to do any fishing this summer, given Erin works full time and her husband has to stay at home with their twins.
Have I ever mentioned that Erin's husband is in a wheelchair?
Anyways, Barry said they have not been fishing yet this summer cause Erin's working all the time and her husband is home with the twins.
Then I trugged on getting the stuff for supper and went to mom's. I watched this week's NXT and was extremely happy to see that Husky Harris is up in the rankings. I happen to like Husky Harris. He's got more talent then half of the guys in this season's show and damn it I think he's cute.
Then we made the pizzas, and watched Oprah. It was the Eat Pray Love episode. And all I could think was, damn it Janet, I forgot to bring my camera to take a photo of the pizzas for the cooking blog. I've been at mom's most of this last week and a half, and we've made pizzas, date squares, apple brown betty, and about 3 different types of pasta and potato salads. None of which I have been smart enough to grab the recipes for or take any photos of for the blog. See, the heat is really getting to me.
