My account is untouched. And, according to PayPal, until she verifies her email address, she can't order shit. I know she can't verify her email address. So... she's going barefoot. From what I remember about Hillsborough, that's not uncommon.
I think my lasagna is good. It smells good. It looks good. In about an hour, I'll know for sure. I also snagged some Trader Joes Roasted Garlic and Herb butter. Dinner is going to be yummy. And there are three more lasagna dinners in containers for the freezer. Good job!
I did some data homework. A good bit, actually.
And I gluing.
That wire basket there in the back nearly did me in. I don't love it. I'm glad it's tiny and tucked on a shelf where you can't see it properly. And I tried to fix the lopsided handle on the night stand drawer. Clearly I was unsuccessful. I'm going to blame it on the tiny handyman who replaced the handle when they repainted it after they found it on the curb. He also did the handles on the cabinet in the back that houses the wire basket. I think they need to hire a new handyman. Jes sayin'
Now I'm going to turn on CBS Sunday Morning. My brother says that one of our favorite authors is on.