Prairie Life

This week, our water heaters died a sudden, tragic death. In an instant, we were transported somewhere between Little House on the Prairie and Survivor. Perhaps that's a touch hyperbolic, but we did have to fetch water. Prairie chores aside, the worst of it lied in the fact that we could not cook. Eating out every night this week, we sought comfort in dining out and in a certain brand of fast food fried chicken. Gotta love those Cajun spices. Thankfully, as of late this afternoon, life has been restored to normal, home-cooked meals will resume tonight and we can burn those damn prairie skirts.