Caution Label
So, this happened at my house last night. (and no this is not my house in the picture) JWS has to have a food processor, because he needs to make hummus. I have not opened my Amazon statement for the month, but the signs are all there. It arrived on the front porch in an Amazon box and days before he had asked for my Amazon password. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure this one out. And, go figure, it came out of the box and we just happened to have the makings of hummus in the pantry. So he makes hummus and he is happy. Jumping forward a few hours, we are dozing in our chairs and I decide to go to bed. Since it is summer and I can't stand air conditioning (or snoring, but that has nothing to do with summer) I have a summer bedroom, open windows, curtains blowing in the breeze, a nice ceiling fan, space. So, I am snuggled all down in reading on my kindle the riveting account of ho