Fun Fact: Pteronophobia is the fear of being tickled by feathers. Pteronophobia is the fear of feathers tickling you. In extreme cases, it can involve the fear of feathers in general. Pteronophobia is made up of the Greek word ptero, meaning “feather,” and phobia, meaning “fear.”
Attention on deck; all hands must be alive, moving, and dressed as Mr. Mirror cometh at 10:00 AM sharp. At 10:15 AM he started measuring the doors and we was done pretty fast. Mary stayed in the bedroom and took a shower while the measurements were going on.
Mary made vegetable soup still using the remaining items from the garden. I did mention to Mary that I ordered two thousand pounds of Chinese soup. Technically, it was a won-ton soup.
In order to assist her, I rolled in the TV and found a TCM movie to watch (Turner Classif Movies).
We made the soup!
We toddled around the house until it was time to go to PT around 3:00 PM.
We stopped at the market and got some green beans and muffin-mix for dinner. After getting home from having my bones crushes and ego reduced to that of a red worm, we decided to finish the soup and make muffins.
Mary made muffins; cornbread, my favorite!
We had a glass of wine and called Robin, Colleen, and several others just to “check-in”. Now is was time to taste the soup; it was magnificent! We could have called it Gold Soup because I know I put in 24 carrots.
The chef is about to sample her creation!
After dinner, I told Mary, “We could earn money by selling broth. We could become bouillonaires.”
Robin and Bob went to dinner in Hawaii to celebrate Robin still being with us. We attempted to buy their dinner but due to cheaters, we would have to buy a gift card online from the restaurant, call someone back, re-explain everything, etc etc.
The picture deserved a frame!
We crashed and didn’t even watch TV this evening. Good night all!
