“Pices” and bread
My littlest niece Shalyn decided last night she wanted “Pices” and bread. Pices is actualls spices. I can’t recall anyone not liking my father’s cooking. My niece even has to have either roti or naan with it. She can’t make do with regular sandwich bread like me. She’s so darn spoiled. I tried to get a picture of her eating it (she had her own little table set up and everything) but she got shy. Kids
I’m feeling much better. Got some meds from the doc. It works.
I injured myself yesterday. I grabbed a cord and it pulled back and off came a chunk of skin. Ick. I cleaned it up and then mowed the lawn. I later discovered that my “boo-boo” doesn’t like water. That discovery was made while giving Shalyn a bath. I found sticking my injured finger in a balloon worked well, however don’t keep it on for an extended time. It cuts of circulation.
Now I’m going to go have some pices and bread for lunch.
