Lloyd’s back from his visit to his family. They went on a float trip – a long, wonderfully lazy canoe ride down the Meremac River. I did not go because 1) he was staying late and I was working, and 2) there was water involved. (I’m made of sugar, you know.)
He sent me a text on Monday that he was coming home, but as a wounded soldier.
He was helping someone turn their boat right-side up and got smacked. *sniff* We’re looking into getting a prosthetic cheek. (By the way, I had to ask what happened to his cheek because when I get a picture message on my old, crummy flip phone, I never realize that there is text below the photo. Crazy technology. [*fist shake at iPhone whippersnappers*]
He also brought me back some of the delicious bounty from his parents’ garden. Pickled beets! Score!!! I had never eaten a beet until I had Lloyd’s moms pickled beets, and I was hooked. I put the jar on the beet shelf in the fridge.