In the car ride home last night, the fiance said “oh yeah, my mom said you could open the package.”
He is MEAN that boy. MEAN.
It had a book for us, money (! for our plane tickets to visit), some of the fiance’s savings bonds (which we found out are worth enough for a weekend trip or something, score), a card, and an old picture of the fiance with some of his fam. That I was going to put up if I could figure out where he put the stuff.
Maybe I shouldn’t have threatened that I was cashing in the savings bonds and buying shoes. Hm.
We had a proper mom dinner last night.
Pot roast, mashed potatoes, peas, corn, and gravy (multiply my serving of meat times like 3 and you’ll have what the fiance ate. I finally had to tell him he HAD to eat his salad before he took more meat. Like I said, mom meal)
My inner five year old adores taters and gravy just so I can make my mountain.
Plus salad, of course.
We went to the gym for a bit, and wanted a snack when we got home. Gave the pom chobani a try.
Loved the flavor, not so sure about the seeds.
And today since I’ve got an interview I need to leave for in an hour, I made sludge a smoothie that I drank while I drove the fiance to his van.
Seriously, the color is gross, I know. We have some green tinted glasses I normally drink these out of, but they’re all in the dishwasher. My sludge was spinach (clearly), milk, banana, blueberries, and flax.
The fiance, btw, won’t touch ones I make. Not because of the spinach… because of the blueberries.
Now I just need to go get my hair dried and get some clothes on. Things I love about short hair: not having to take forevers to dry it. I miss that.
Then it’s off to the eastside yo. Interview! So sick of them!