I ate the chicken sandwiches

Date: 5/2/2018

My youngest two were still little. We were setting up a new house. Like a beach house. I had made some crispy chicken sandwiches, as we were expecting family to come by later that day. My husband was working on his car outside with a friend. And he couldn’t figure out what he was doing wasn’t working. Because some guy did the same thing to my car and mine worked fine. There was a big puddle of oil and a smaller one. From the bigger one there was a machine with a big arm that would pump oil back into the engine while you were working on it to keep it from seizing up. It was rather loud. We had a black lab and a retriever. The lab was looking mangy. We also had a kitten that was looking the same way. The black lab laid down and rolled in the smaller oil puddle. Husband and I took a walk. I felt strong love between us. Like that first new love. We walked by a tent near a church and there were people in it. We walked by the church and I commented how I needed to stop in there. I walked in and a bunch of his aunts and uncles were there. Some cousins. I reminded them of the invite to the house. And told them I made little chicken sandwiches for them. However, I already ate them.