I’m tired. And sunburnt. Again.
While I’m waiting for the dishwasher to finish it’s rinse so I can set it to start a wash at 4am, here’s some fun. Which also proves that I am certifiable.
Almost 10 pounds of raspberries. And a few black raspberries. Those were mean. The vines of the black raspberries were a cross between a raspberry cane and a rose bush out for blood. I wish I were kidding.
Care to take a guess?
Yes, that’s right. I shattered a jar. A quart sized jar. Well, technically the bottom just fell off and all the cherries and syrup went into the water bath. Good times. Doesn’t hurt that I had a major hissy fit, both boys were clamoring for my attention, I couldn’t find dh to watch said hellions, and my poor mom drove up right around then. Ugh.