Bad Manners and Brimstone

I regularly drive somewhere with left lanes like that, with the middle lane being straight or left.Way more annoying, but understandable with the layout of the streets. (During busy times it keeps people from having to merge to the right after they've changed lanes, & there's a path to a major artery not far down the street.)

As much as I dislike wanting to go straight & having to wait behind someone making a turn, I understand why that lane makes sense in terms of traffic flow.

I like your ideas. Definitely do tights & boots. I'd also bring a large shawl/wrap. They're a classic look, & if it gets too cold, you essentially have a blanket.

Midwesterner here. We are used to dressing for varied weather over a short period.

I only like zucchini in baked goods. But it's fantastic in bread, cake, or muffins. I also have made a mock apple crisp using zucchini. (Apple pie spice makes everything taste like apples!)

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Leftover lentil-escarole soup and rotini with red sauce & peas. (The pasta was from an "I'm tired & don't feel like cooking day." I ended up mixing a jar of vodka sauce with a jar of fire-roasted tomato & garlic sauce. It was surprisingly tasty. And the sweetness of the peas helped balance the flavors.)

Don't know if this counts, but here goes.

A few years back, two of my kids were involved in a competitive sport/activity.  They were each on a team (one was on the junior team, one was on the senior team).  There was a boy on the team who I will call "Jimmy."  Jimmy was an absolute doll, and my kids got along famously with him.  In fact, we all loved him.  We never got to meet his parents, but we did know his grandmother, Laura - who was just as much an angel as he was, and was very involved in raising him - she was the one who drove him pretty much anywhere he needed to go. 

The national competition was approaching, and the club we were involved in decided to rent a motor coach to travel to it - it was a full day's ride each way, and we spent about 4 or 5 days at the location.  So we decided our whole family would go - me, DH, and all 4 kids. 

Laura began telling me that she didn't want to go, but she felt like she had to.  It wasn't that she didn't want to see her grandson compete with his team, but she said she wasn't a good traveler - she had anxiety about spending that much time on a bus, I think, plus being away from home for several days - she didn't want to go.  I told her no problem, he was welcome to come with us (as long as he felt comfortable), because since there were 6 of us, we had to get 2 hotel rooms anyway, so it wouldn't cost any more, all they had to pay for was his bus fare.  She agreed and was very relieved. 

A few days before we were scheduled to leave, at the team's last practice before the competition, she told me that she was going to tell Jimmy's father that he would have to pay for one hotel room.  I told her absolutely NOT, there was no need, because we had to get 2 rooms anyway and he was pretty much staying for free.  She insisted; I insisted; so on, so on . . . she won. 

The night before departure, Laura drove Jimmy to our house - I was at work at the time, so I didn't get to see her, but she dropped him off and handed my husband a sealed envelope, saying that it was for the room.   Later that night, my husband called me and asked how much was supposed to be in the envelope.  I told him $400.  He said there was only $300.  Now, this in itself wasn't a problem, because I didn't want to take their money anyway, but . . . what do we do?   If we told her, she would be absolutely mortified.  And but it would feel like "tattling".   But it also felt wrong NOT to let her know somehow.

I got home from work that night, and looked in the envelope myself.  Yep, $300.  At that point, there was nothing to do anyway, so I just decided to put it out of my mind until we returned, almost a week later.  I brought the envelope along, and kept it in the hotel room safe the whole time.

When it came time go check out of the hotel, I took the envelope out of the safe and put it in my purse, planning I'd settle part of the bill with the $300 they had given us.  I took out the money, and there was $400 there.  No idea where the extra $100 came from, or how it got there.

Were they new bills? I've miscounted new money more than once. When I was a cashier, I hated it when someone came in with a stack of bills fresh from the bank.

I promised my BF home-made egg rolls, & it looks like that will be tonight. I also plan to make some fried rice & stir fried bok choy with tofu.

Nevermind! I see you answered above.

Similar pizzas (usually rectangular) are made in parts of the Upper Midwest.