So yesterday it was raining, Abby couldn’t get outdoors to use up that energy she is cursed blessed to have, so I decided it would be a good day to go shopping and get her out of the house.
Let me just pause to say, I’M NEVER TAKING HER SHOPPING AGAIN :). That’s a lie BTW! I did not get out of the store without her sneaking in a dozen items in the cart.
Tired, hungry, needing a sit down cup of coffee, we then headed to Cracker Barrel. I’ve always loved Cracker Barrel and so does Abby. I order and our drinks are brought to us, then our meal. I’ve NEVER had a bad experience with Cracker Barrel until that moment. The cup they brought my coffee in was filthy. I don’t mean dirty, I mean FILTHY!

I didn’t say anything but of course I didn’t have that wonderful cup of coffee I had been dreaming about in the grocery store. Abby happy as a lark enjoyed her drink! 3 year old Abby doesn’t have a care in the world past wanting to know when Caliou and Curious George are coming on.

Abby happily slurping away on her drink, me dreaming of getting home to make coffee, and our food arrives. I pick up my fork to chow down, dig into my meatloaf, have it headed to my mouth and this long black hair was dangling in front of me.

Again I didn’t say anything but needless to say, I didn’t eat, however, I checked Abby’s food and let her eat. This one bad incident won’t cause me to quit eating at Cracker Barrel, it will cause me to quit eating at THAT Cracker Barrel!!! I sat dreaming of coffee and food. When I paid for our meal, the cashier asked me how our meal was. My reply was hmmm. That’s all I said but that is probably the rudest I’ve ever been at a restaurant. I’m just not one to make a scene. By the time we got home I was STARVING.
I put Abby to work on the sourdough bread, I used a box so all she had to do was pour in the ingredients. I set to work on Beef Stew in the crock pot, full of chunky cut veggies of course. I let some cream corn simmer on in a frying pan. I couldn’t wait for supper. Yum yum yum. Hurry up and wait… and wait we did. And wait, and wait. O.M.G. by 7 everything looked exactly like it did when I started it.


The crock pot didn’t even feel hot. I followed the extension cord… UNPLUGGED! U.N.P.L.U.G.E.D. Oh Abby!






I was taking Abby to school today and she came up with some “new” reasons why she “CAN’T” go to school today… every day she has a new list :).



































































