Day 8:

Well, last night's dinner was an adventure.  The canned chili sauce was really good by itself, but it was a bit sweeter than I had anticipated.  Paul ate a ton of it, as did I, but the kids weren't super jazzed about it.  The adventure part didn't hit us until this morning.

Let me tell you about my morning routine.  My running buddy (my next-door neighbor) has a husband who needs to leave for work really early.  So that we don't leave her kids home alone, we go running before he sets out.  Friends, the crack of dawn hasn't even happened yet when we get going.  This has caused us to have a wide variety of glow-in-the-dark couture, and frequently makes us question our life choices.  For me though, I set my alarm 45 minutes before I need to meet my homie so that I can get ready while still unconscious, and to give my body time to get acclimated...and, um, get things moving so they don't start moving while I'm running.  Today though.  OH, today.  Getting things moving was NOT a problem.  Keeping them from moving was the issue.  I'm pretty sure that for most of the three miles we ran, I wore an expression of trepidation and complete distrust of my body.  Prayers were said, friends.  Walking had to happen a few times, just to be sure we got home with dignity intact.

Paul wakes up 30 minutes after I return, during my private scripture reading time.  I was downstairs, still in my sweaty running clothes, pondering the secrets of the universe when I heard his footsteps make quick tracks overhead to the bathroom.  When I came up, I heard a grumpy, "Woman?!  What did you PUT in that chili?!" 🤣🤣🤣  Just keeping it real, babe; real and regular.  Now, I feel a little bad about sending a bunch of it home last night with the two missionaries who stopped by to say howdy.  Good luck, Elders.  May the wind be ever in your favor.

It looks so innocent.  Don't trust it.

So that I can keep my family on speaking terms with me, I think I'm going to back away from the beans for a few days...slowly...without letting them out of my sight, the dangerous beasts. Today, we're going with something a little safer and a lot less volatile.  But, at least I know that if we had to survive on beans, we could; it just wouldn't be pretty.  This is what we're shooting for tonight: 

Sometimes, it's just better to play it safe. 😁