Packing

So I am finally getting down to the nitty gritty of packing and hopefully making my final shopping list (vacuum seal bags, hair ties, and a nalgene with a small mouth (I am spill prone)). I stuffed my pack full last night. It held most of my stuff and only weighed 35 pounds, so the bag of Reese's cups that I was on the fence about will be making the trip. mmm, yea!

Yesterday was my parent's 30th wedding anniversary, and as always they had no plans, so I opted to take a break from packing and stalking facebook to make them dinner: grilled Winner's marinated pork chops, baked potatoes, and asparagus. Prep was going well until I was interrupted by a UPS guy with a box for me. Funny, I thought, I didn't order anything from a Pro... what does that say?... Proflowers. So on that thought, I ripped open the package and found out that two dozen roses really weren't sent to me by mistake (wow!). But in my utter haste of trimming the stems I also trimmed off a chunk of my left index finger, which started dripping blood. I wrapped that up and went out to light the grill.

Of course the grill is a bit ghetto and really an accident waiting to happen. And so it did happen (the accident). The grill went boom, the dog went bark, Janell's hair went poof, and Janell's hand went sizzle. At least the grill lit though. So I re-cut my hair (so much for the $40 splurge cut I got on Saturday) and put my white blistered flesh (2nd degree burn according to Becky (which means according to webMD)) in cool water until the burning sensation subsided enough to wrap the taters in foil and defrost the chops. Dinner went well enough. I soaked my right hand in large, water-filled yogurt container and ate with the four good fingers on my left hand. Mom and Dad said it was good. Dad especially liked the asparagus. Sigh.