We had a quiet, low-key weekend. Mr. CPQ was out of town freezing his brisket off at a BBQ competition in Shelby and the boys and I stayed in Raleigh and observed a Pajama Day, staying inside and playing games and watching movies.
For the record, the BBC’s North & South mini-series is wonderful.
And Richard Armitage is quite swoon-worthy.
I took a break from cooking and ran out to get a bucket of chicken for dinner on Saturday night and somehow I had a hard time computing pieces per person and wound up with the 20 piece tailgate pack for the four of us.
Needless to say, we’ve been eating a lot of fried chicken, fried chicken wraps, fried chicken casserole, and fried chicken soup for the last few days.
In other news, while we were eating chicken salad sandwiches for supper, the kids were talking about how bad things have gotten in the school cafeteria. Apparently, the health police have removed all the salt packets from the lunch room which has served to completely ruin the french fries and Tommy said they replaced the “good, regular buns like we have here at home” with whole wheat ones. They’ve also removed the Moon Pies and the smoothie machine and it was all I could do not to laugh when the boys shook their heads and said, “It’s just not the same old good times that it used to be.” I asked if this meant they were going to be taking their lunches more often but they suggested that perhaps a better tactic would be to start a movement to get the contraband re-instated.
I’m raising anarchists.
Have a nice day.