Grrrrr. Let me just sound like a big whiner for a minute. I’ve been long, long overdue for a haircut. I really needed one about four weeks ago, but the combination of bad weather and being lazy got in the way. I couldn’t get one yesterday because I was sick, but we had to go to Lincoln today – so this was my chance. While Lloyd was at choir practice, I went to the mall for my haircut. I have no loyalty to anyone, and it shows. I stood around for 40 minutes to get what is most certainly the worst haircut of my adult life. Stupid Lauren – bring in a picture!!! Your words do not work when you try to describe hairstyles!! And stop saying, “Whatever you do is fine.” Stupid, stupid, stupid Lauren.
Ok, on to more positive parts of the day. I felt pretty good when I woke up, but Lloyd had a bad night, so we didn’t go to church. (I’m sorry.) We were invited to a staff potluck dinner in Lincoln after choir practice, so we needed to come up with a dish to bring. By ‘we’, I mean ‘me’, since Lloyd’s idea of cooking is letting salsa come up to room temperature. We were going to be in Lincoln for a couple of hours beforehand, and since the high was only going to be ten degrees, a hot dish was out.
I decided on Strawberry Jello Pretzel Salad, which brings me to a funny little story about salads. When we first moved back to Seward, our staff had a potluck and I was asked to bring a salad. So I did – green leafy things with veggie bits inside. I got some funny looks. I guess it never really struck me before that all those gooey sweet dishes I ate as a kid at potlucks were called ‘salads’. Who came up with that bit of trickery? Jello, marshmallows and fruit? Really? I’m going to start setting out a bowl of Skittles and Tic Tacs at dinner and calling it salad.
Back to the story. The real reason I’m telling this is because Lloyd actually helped! I was smashing pretzels in a bowl and his ears perked up. He came running into the kitchen and said, “What is that delightful sound?” He got very excited when I asked him to smash the rest of the pretzels. “This should be my job!” he gleefully exclaimed. So, if you hear of any openings for Pretzel Smashers, pick up an application for him, ok?