Meatballs, anyone?

Going back to work after a day off is always nice. The day goes by pretty fast just trying to clean off my desk. I'd love to work part-time, maybe 3 days a week. I've been telling myself I'll retire at 55... but that's coming at me real fast.

The truth is I can"t afford to retire. I've been working in this office for over 18 years, so I pretty much know what the day will be like. Like everyone else out there, I work with a cast of characters. An extended family - a home away from home. I feel safe there. On the way home yesterday, I picked up a meatball hero for my husband and what I thought was a grilled chicken hero for myself. My hero was filled with mozzarella, grilled chicken, roasted peppers and some kind of eggplant spread or maybe it was olive , fresh basil and garlic - wow! oh I forgot the sun-dried tomatoes. Don't get me wrong - I ate it all. It was messy and good!

Lots of clanking going on in the kitchen. My husband is mumbling to himself- he is still having trouble with the train. He likes his food very hot. So he is microwaving this poor meatball hero to a slow death. 15 seconds at a time!!! Again, and again and again. It's like a lab experiment. Then he takes a break to have a beer in the bathroom. He hasn't eaten yet. A hour later he starts the lab experiment again. 15 seconds at a time. You could not pay me to eat this meatball hero now. Finally at 8 pm watching the baseball game he eats. God is good.