Sunday, August 1

I'm a slacker.  I was supposed to make pork chops for dinner, but we had a busy day.  I did a lot of cleaning of the house and revamped our TV and other electronics, straightening out the cords and reprogramming the remotes, and was exhausted when it came time to cook dinner.  I approached Michael, explained that I wasn't really feeling like cooking the pork chop and suggested the we order pizza instead.  He said he wasn't looking forward to pork chops and that he was about to suggest the same thing.  So we ordered the usual from Papa Johns.