today oiio and i spent about 6 or 7 hours making 24 jars of pickles.

it will be worth it i'm sure but right now i feel like dieing. i dont even know if thats how you spell dieing. my brain is pickled from boiling vinegar all day. this morning they were cukes, tonight they are pickles. (well, my brain, however pickled it is now, was never a cuke..)