You know you’re insane when:
You insist on making strawberry freezer jam in the middle of a kitchen remodel.
—especially when your kitchen looks like this….
—and you’re bathroom sink is trying to pretend to be a kitchen sink……
—-and your kitchen sink, which is the most beautiful dreamy sink you’ve ever seen, is nowhere near ready to wash up strawberry jam making accoutrements
—and your stellar stove, which completes you and which has already cooked 4 or five times in two days and which is required for strawberry jam making, is not technically even hooked up yet.
But strawberries wait for noone.
And I may need to make a few more of these.
Or who knows, I may need a babysitter who can only be bribed with jam.
And insanity is not the worst thing in the world.