Every bottle of regular soda we had in the house was flat…only the non sugar kind had any fizz. The pantry was cleaned out.
After X amount of time pancake syrup grows mold on the top even if it is stored in the fridge. Cleaning out the fridge is now on my list of things to do. One nasty discovery may lead to another and expiration dates will be checked.
The walk to the mailbox is getting slick. Especially the gradual decline to the actual mailbox…I discovered that the newly fallen snow at the edge of the road made a soft spot to land. Chance came over to see what was the matter and Far Guy wanted me to get up right away…well I needed just a moment to figure out if anything important was broken. Nothing was… but I am a tad stiff and sore.
Chance likes the black sunflower seeds and if left to his own devices will stand under the bird feeder and eat them…probably another source of his recent bout with pancretitis. He cannot be trusted alone outside. He knows he is not supposed to eat them…but apparently he has forgotten in his old age.