I made an icebox cake and it's chilling in the - guess where - ice box!!!
I do remember when my aunt and uncle upgraded from an actual ice box (in Oklahoma City) to a fancy refrigerator. My uncle bitched about now having to make his own ice. i.e. fill up the ice tray. Which was nuts because my aunt did everything anyway. She also made an excellent ice box cake.
I washed all the dishes. My dishes, Biggie's dishes and the stuff I used to make the cake.
I caught up my temperature spreadsheet to today so I can make more rows on my temperature blanket. I'm at the end of August so September and some of October I can do now.
And now I'm ready for my little buddy to come home. He must be so bored and so pissed at having to be there so long. Wonder if he'll have tales to tell.