Cheesy Enchilada, Earrings, Gravy-Covered Waylon

DAY 7 -- We did some grocery shopping today after church and Mason took a ride on Sandy the horse while we waited in line to check out. I'm pretty sure he knew I was taking his picture.

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While we were shopping, I considered buying an old favorite for the first time in ages.

My pal Derek and I used to put this down like nobody's business. I remember a time when he and I made a pot of this stuff -- two boxes of Cheesy Enchilada Hamburger Helper, at least a pound of ground beef, sour cream, a package of shredded cheese, and a healthy dose of Frank's RedHot. We mixed it all together and ate it on tortillas.

All of it.

In one sitting.

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I had another crazy dream last night. This one took me one step deeper into weirdness beyond my experience drinking with Joe Maddon. A majority of the dream was spent finding my way around a random amusement park, but by the end, the park was starting to close and most people headed for the parking lot. Not me. I was allowed to re-enter and go into a small room packed with about 30 people.

It was dark and hot.

There was a bluegrass jam going on.

Everyone was into the music something crazy.

In the corner, I recognized him. Hair spiked up on the side for some reason and wearing a pair of badly broken sunglasses.

It was 1970s Waylon Jennings.

He, along with everyone else in the room, was covered with creamy country gravy.

End of dream. I swear...absolutely none of that is made up.

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At dinner tonight, the kids started talking about how I used to have my ears pierced. I got them pierced when I was 18 and wore a small silver hoop in both ears for a few years. I'd say it's been close to twenty years since I've worn earrings and the kids wondered if the holes were still there.

Only one way to find out. A trip to Amy's jewelry box answered that question.

Obviously, hilarity ensued.