During this long weekend, I am pet-sitting for these two adorable siblings:
That’s Daisy and Taco, my furry grandchildren.
I also managed a trip to Half-Price Books to fill up my Little Free Library. And I did some grocery shopping. I asked my daughter what I could pick up for her, and she gave me a list. Good enough. Except for when I came to this item:
Potatoes.
So, I asked via text.
Me: What kind of potatoes?
Her: Normal.
Me: …
Yeah, your guess is as good as mine.
Me: What is normal? Gold? Potatoes for baking?
A bit of an existential question, that: what is normal? Also, what is normal when it comes to potatoes?
Her: Ya just potatoes
Her: Like raw
Her: That I can cut up and put in soup
Ah. Gold it is, then.
I’ll leave you with that. Hopefully next week (this week?) we’ll return to regularly scheduled blogging.