I'm living one of those weeks in which I can't seem to keep the days straight. Monday dragged on and on, and then Tuesday somehow felt like Wednesday. This morning I missed the traffic reporter on TV drawing the Wednesday camel - the camel so we can "slide on down to the weekend." (No, I can't explain that. I don't really understand it either. That's just what he does. He does it every Wednesday.)
So that's the reason I took only some pictures of the food I ate Monday, a few of the items that went into my pie hole Tuesday and remembered to grab a couple today.
We have company coming this weekend. We've been extremely busy prepping for our guests, but, as busy as I've been running around, I haven't forgotten to love my veggies.
I'd like to say the husband had salad with his dinner, too, but I wasn't around when he ate dinner. He ate a frozen pizza. I told him last night to put some leftover peppers and onions on the pizza he was to eat tonight, but I have a feeling he forgot. If I bring it up, he'll probably just look at me and ask, "When did you say that?"
I don't think he knows what day it is anymore either.