I hate coming up with titles.

I just heard a awful sound like a cat dying. And now the house is smelling like skunk. Yuck.

Getting ready for my trip to Canada. (leaving on July 3rd).

Also getting ready to move to Washington. (leaving on July 25th).

This Does Not Bode Well....

Ninety-plus year-old neighbor wanders out in his slippers to their stationary car (flat tire, plants growing around/into it). He peers inside and then begins shuffling back down the driveway. He wife appears at the door as he passes by. "Where are you going?" She demands. Her hair is standing out in several directions and she's tucked into her bathrobe despite the afternoon's eighty degree weather. "I'm going home!" He says in a voice only slightly less creaky than hers. "You ARE home!" And she ushers him inside. 

Oops.

I pulled into the driveway after having one of the best sandwiches of my life (more about that later). I thought, "I should back it up so it is really easy to pull out when I leave." So I began backing up, carefully watching out for the main hazard of the tool chest for the truck which sits on one edge of the driveway. Success! I managed to nicely avoid hitting the tool chest. So I let it roll back bit further and when it seemed to pretty much naturally come to a stop there was only the slightest hint of a bump. I quickly looked behind me to make sure I hadn't hit the fence. I was well away from the fence, so I figured that I had just rolled off the edge of the pavement onto the grass. I gathered my things and hopped out, only to then see that I had run over our little Weber grill. 

Oops!

Okay, as I promised before, here is my tale of the BEST sandwich I have ever had. Janson and Zach needed a ride from our house to downtown for a meeting. I offered to give them a ride... for a price. The price was a sandwich at the coffee shop where they were meeting. The sandwich I ordered was a Chipoltle PhillySteak sandwich (or something). Anyhow, names aren't important. What is important is that it was pure deliciousness. Tender, thin sliced steak with sweet red peppers and onions in a chipoltle sauce with pepperjack cheese on toasted sourdough bread. MMM.... I cannot recommend this enough. If you decide to go hunting for this little piece of heaven on earth you can find it at Coffee Cave (100 Grandville Ave, Grand Rapids, MI). (I think it was like $6-$7, not a cheap sandwich but IMHO (in my humble opinion), it is well worth it.