I came home tonight to a filthy house, a lame dog (that will likely need knee surgery) and a hankering for a glass of wine, a good book and a warm breezy evening sitting outside in the shade of the big maple.
Instead, I got on the phone to call the Vet and refilled an RX for Rimadyl (doggie NSAID). Drove to said Vet in a "frog choker" (heavy, heavy thunderstorm), shelled out my $22 dollars and asked the Vet to call me Monday to discuss surgery.
Once I got back to the house, SM pulled in beat down from another day trying to earn a buck. "What's for supper?" He asked.
"How about Pizza?" Since I'm gluten free I stopped making my own bread and pizza dough. Pillsbury to the rescue. While I'm fixing dinner, I'm filling SM in on the likely game plan for Ginny's patella surgery. (Hell, I can't afford $66 dollars a month so that she can be pain free. She's only 6 years old. I'm a wimp when my pups are sick or hurting. SM agrees.)
Then suddenly he brightens up.
"Have I got a surprise for you. And it didn't cost me anything!!!"
"Oh yeah?" I asked stirring the mushrooms that were frying up.
"Yeah...A (customer) and I were talking about canning...(How did that conversation start?)...and he told me I was welcome to take 5 boxes of jars that his Mom used to can with out of his basement. Free!"
"Free?!?" I squeaked.
"Yep...come and see!"
So I went out into the garage while SM dodged the raindrops and brought in the booty.
Nice old jars.
And Golden Harvest. All quart jars. 60+. I'll just have to buy the lids.
SM gets BIG bonus points for this! Gotta love that man! (I think he was just as excited as I was. He says it took him back to his childhood seeing all those old jars.)
Ooops! I forgot about the mushrooms frying on the stove! I ran back inside. Slightly crispy but just fine. I threw the pizza on the stone, grabbed a glass of wine and watched the downpour.
So Ginny's not limping now and the mushrooms didn't catch fire. The house is still filthy, but I don't care cause I've had more than one glass of wine. I've got a husband praising me that it was the best pizza he's ever eaten and a pile of jars in the garage waiting for me to fill them.
Life is good.