Strangely enough I don’t feel nearly as stressed about the wedding as I did nearly a month ago. Maybe it’s the feeling of victory nearly here? Meh. All I know is that I’m trying to mend my broken brain and that part is becoming harder than I care to admit.
Curse my worrying mind. I’m almost waiting for some strange package to arrive on my doorstep with claws to mangle my carefully arranged order.
So I made chili. Because it’s delicious and it’s nearly Fall…kind of…well mostly because it’s delicious. But I was evidently out of chili powder (OMG) when I called Chris to start the pot up. I called him because I had to work OT at the “9-5” and he was already home, safe, comfy and I was stuck in diabolical, hellish traffic.
After stopping at the doctor’s office and getting some new “fun” things for my broken brain I set off back down the hellish Highway of Doom to the grocery. Bought chili powder, came home and dang it if we weren’t short a can of kidney beans.
*apply cold compress or heat pack and relax*
But I made the chili anyways because I’m stubborn and I was stressed and nothing was going to screw with my already wasted evening! Not even kidney beans.
At least I had chili and it was well with the world once more.