We went to a wiener roast on Sunday afternoon with Faye and Rick's family. Their daughter and her hubby were there with their twin girls, four months old. Their great-aunt had given them these dandy bottle-holders, which worked like the dickens:
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| The girlysues with their "boppy pillows." |
And now ... it's back to work for me, for the next three days.
I've got the slowcooker ready to be plugged in, making a meatloaf for supper tonight.
The arborite has arrived, so I have to get the lower cabinets emptied. Not this morning, though; I hoped to be at the office already, and still have to bath and dress and wash the dishes before leaving.
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| Arborite waiting patiently in guest room. |
One day last week, Everett and I went out for a meal together. He always has the same thing: a grilled cheese sandwich and french fries. He opens the sandwich and carefully lines up the fries on the cheese before replacing the top slice of bread.
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| My iPhone battery had been draining quickly and he tried to figure out why, since no one else could. |
I had taken the phone to the place where it was purchased, and a clerk there turned off every app she could think of that might suddenly have started draining the battery. Why? I don't use any of the apps and there had been no problem till now. Thanks to Everett, we figured out that I had set the Display to always be on, and that was the culprit. Not that I had set the display like this on purpose! Simply that I hadn't known what I was doing.
