Physical Bucket (You know... the stomach). The Luttrells should open an eatery. Peter held the pizza-serving-thingy like a staff as he pointed out the various types of pizzas on the table. Would I like some BBQ pulled pork pizza with cilantro and feta? Would I like a slice of bruschetta pie? Um... yes, yes, one thousand times yes. Did I mention this is a church meal? I should. Just so the world knows how awesome my church is and how few casseroles we dish out.
Mental Bucket. My afternoon was a nap. A heavy, drooly nap with the weight of a legion of REM cycles.
Psychological Bucket. A handful of lovelies have affirmed me today. Thank you, lovelies. When I'm finished being a basket case, I'll weave you all baskets with loving words on them. (Click here for Spongebob connection)
Monetary Bucket. Replacing the main relay (cheapest fix ever) did the trick. Sally the Car is a champion. So is my bank account*.
*It's a champion like Champion the
3-legged dog in Parks and Rec.
Handicapped, but able to hobble.
