I don’t care if it is 108 degrees out.
White Chicken Chili is always a winner.
D refuses to eat hot soup in the middle of a hot summer. Something about working out in the sweltering heat all day. But I work in an office that runs so cold I keep my space heater on in July. And I wanted white chicken chili. So I made this, and ate it, and declared it yummy in my tummy.
Now let’s talk about rugs.
Navajo rugs are expensive. A prize to anyone who can direct me to some of those suckers on sale.
D accuses me of wanting to cover up all his hard work on the floors. The truth of the matter is I want to mop less and vacuum more.
What do you think? I like the red, but I think something turquise would look killer too. Or should I leave them bald?
My mom has these old milk cans that I offered her dollars for, but she blew me off.
Sidenote - my Mom is hilarious. After we moved out of their house and into our own I get a text message that goes “I just pottied with the door open and took my bra off. Free the girls!” Oh, the joys of living without your children.
MOM! HOW MANY DOLLARS FOR YOUR MILK CANS??
I need to do this with them.