My gag reflex worked overtime yesterday as we threw out home canned goods left to rot in the MIL’s cellar since the mid 1970’s.  I’m not kidding there were dates on the canning jar lids.  Can you say EWWWWWWWW?  Poor G’s gag reflex got a workout too.  I owe my dear friend BIG TIME for all her help and I’ve told her that repeatedly.

     There’s plenty more jars to empty and then there’s all that homemade wine we have to empty out of bottles and throw them away.  ERG!  I dread that job.  Those wines were nasty way back in the 70’s when the FIL made them.

     Chuck showed up and found a problem with what we thought would be a simple spray foam, insulation job.  (SIGH)  Nothing in this house ever seems to go easily.  I can’t wait to get out from under it.  Hmm, wasn’t that what the wicked witch said when Dorothy’s house landed on her?

     Wednesday and another day of icky poo stuff will get here far too soon for me.