Before you read this, sit down. Wait. Before you do that, go pee so you don't pee your pants from laughing at me. Then sit down. Yeah, I did a pee-in-your-pants-funny thing today.
For lunch, I fixed myself a bistro-style sausage. I found these things that are soooo good! My favorite is chicken sausage with artichokes, smoked mozzarella and garlic. OH, yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. These things are good enough to have for dinner, and I've done so. Well, that's what I had for lunch today.
I cooked it in a little skillet until it was almost ready to burst the skin, then rolled it up in a slice of bread. I let it cool a little bit while I got everything else ready. I sat down to eat, my mouth watering for the sausage, and I was wise enough to touch it to be sure it was cooled sufficiently. Then I picked it up and bit into it.
Let me cut to the chase .... when I bit into it, the skin burst ........ and it squirted up my nose! I though it was hot grease, although these things aren't greasy, but no! It was melted, liquid, extremely hot mozzarella cheese!!!
I couldn't grab a tissue quickly enough! When I finally got it, and blew my nose, I couldn't believe it was cheese! My right nostril HURT!! Now that was three hours ago, and I'm OK, now, but it's still a little tender! What are the odds of that happening? Sheesh.
OK, I'm a freak! That couldn't happen to a normal person. It just couldn't!
What's wrong with me!?!?!
I got some of the thistles cleared before all that, but I was heading back out after lunch until it began raining. I've had about .6 inch, just enough to freshen the earth a little. It's still overcast, and I've used that as an excuse to avoid returning to the work. I'm close enough now that I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but I am just tired for today and thankful for an excuse, even this lame one! I've decided that I will not let this get ahead of me next spring. I will be relentless in my pursuit of beautifully dead thistles! The way they propagate, I figure it is going to take me about three years to really be rid of them.
I hate thistles. they are beautiful flowers, but they are obnoxious, invasive weeds. I really, really hate thistles.
And I'm not too crazy about mozzarella cheese at this particular juncture of my life, either.