238

Sometimes life gives you lemons and you make lemonade.
Sometimes it gives you a freshly discovered mountain of black raspberries in your backyard and you make a cobbler and take a silly photo*.


The Beloved proved today that he is as stubborn as me.
Me: "Just so you know, I mopped the stairs to the basement. They might still be wet, so if you have to go downstairs, please be careful."
Beloved: "Okay." *proceeds to slip and fall down stairs anyway*
Me: "WHAT THE HELL!?"


Happy 238th birthday, America. To compensate for the obscene amounts of dead animals being eaten today (150 million hotdogs, 700 million lbs of chicken in the week leading up to the 4th), I made portobello burgers and roasted potatoes.


*I did not invent the Raspberry Beret thing. tWas a meme that surfaced recently.