Morning! Blagh. First thing, right after the making tea and toast and packing lunches and shouting at children to get up and feeding the cats and all the other first things, but before leaving for work, strain the chicken broth into a plastic bowl and put it in the fridge. Throw out the yucky slimy scrappy stuff.
Okay, the Sniglet has soccer at 5 in Jagenau, Fufu has to go to the vet (worms. ew.) between 6 and 7, Ignatz has Tae Kwon Do at either 6 or 7, his choice – thankfully, it’s here in town today so he can walk. Read the rest of this entry »
