Passport Ready?
OK, so I’m at home doing my regular rigmarole with the boys and I get this interesting phone call from Conan:
Conan: Hey Love, do you know where my passport is?
Melissa: Of course. What for?
Conan: Well, I’m being sent to a conference for work, and it’s in Florence.
Melissa: Ha ha ha… Florence…Michigan?
Conan: No, seriously, Florence. Italy.
Melissa: No way!
SO, despite the fact that finding a way for me to come too was not something Conan even thought of, I of course immediately began scheming to find a way to make it work. I mean, come on, if we can’t take the opportunity to go to Italy when the hotel and Conan’s airfare are covered… when would we EVER go together?! So as it happens, we just refinanced our home to lower the interest rate and save $26,000 over the life of the loan (hey, we’re one of those crazy people who actually intend to stay in one spot and own our own home), and as a side benefit, we get to skip a mortgage payment. So, I’m thinkin’ that looks a lot like a plane ticket to me! Now we just need to find a way to convince some one (or some ones) to take three little boys for a week in April… any ideas? What would you do?

So, for most people eating from food storage is, well, an I’ll-do-it-when-I’m-dying-of-starvation experience. In other words, not so tasty. However, that just doesn’t happen at our house. I don’t know what the green thumb-equivalent of cooking is, but Missy’s got it. Who knew that you could make so many really tasty dishes out of rocks, dirt, and twigs?