I brought eighty-three pounds of tomatoes home from TN.
In. A. Birdcage.
This is the back of my car on the trip home.
This is making spaghetti sauce by myself.
I needed one of two things.
My daughter, Shelby, who never would have let this happen.
Or . . .
My friend, Donna, who would have laughed uncontrollable - and never would have let it happen.
I do not belong in the kitchen.
Y'all have a good day, 'k?