For some reason I decided to cook roast beef for dinner tonight. Sam had said a few days ago that he likes it and was generally negative about the preponderance of chicken on our menu, so I decided to humor him. The whole meal was labor intensive and an unmitigated disaster. Well, everyone said the potatoes were alright. Add to this that it was 92 degrees out and it made even less sense to be trying to serve a roast dinner.
After dinner we took the dogs and timed the walk over to the kids' soon to be completed new school building. Looks like it will take them anywhere from 20-30 minutes depending on how close they are to the tardy bell.
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