Hi ho, MMMLogerinos!

Okay, yeah. I have been heckled. The Kansas Heckler checked in this morning, chiding that I hadn't posted for a few days. True, but I've been way busy and nothing that exciting has been going on that's been MMMLOG worthy, IMO.

The Motivate the Plot of Your Life online class is going great and we're all getting motivated there. So much so that many of us are getting stuff done we have been putting off. Yours truly is working that class and working on my new project that's due NOW. Wheeee, we are having fun yet.

The DH's mom is coming for dinner on Easter. Thinking of what to prepare, I found something round and sort of longish in the freezer. Could be a ham. When it defrosts I'll have a look. Whatever it is, we'll enjoy, or maybe not. Though the DH's mom is always a good sport and game for whatever I happen to put on the table. Usually. And so is the DH. The son of MMMMMmm always has been, too. It's either that or not eat. So are the dining choices at Chez Haynes. Early on I told the boy that I was not a short order cook and if he didn't want to eat what was served, that was his choice. But I was not cooking anything else. I didn't make him eat whatever because I didn't want to repeat that cruel treatment from my childhood when liver or whatever nastiness was poison on the tongue. But I had to sit there until I ate it. Interesting how one gets clever at hiding stuff, or so she thinks. The dog wasn't allowed in the house, so I was reduced to putting scraps under my plate. However, the lopsided plate didn't fool anyone. Dang it. And I'd have to eat it anyway. Or so I remember. Interesting how the mere thought of having to eat something icky and cold induces dry heaves . . . but you have to eat it anyway. So much of life can be like that.

Let us hope that whatever that is in the foil and rock hard is a frozen ham and not a roll of liver or chunks of very old sushi, aka forgotten fish.

Ciao, ciao, MMMMMMMMMMelinda