Time to make the sandwiches.

Sorry I haven't been providing quality content here lately. Work has picked up, and I've been working long hours. Not to worry, I still plan to recall stories of Jeezy yore and report current Jeezy tales. I think now would be a good time to tell you all the story about me making all those sammiches. This is more of a collective childhood story than a specific RJ story.

My parents moved into their current home while I was away at college. The summer I came home, Pop was working on his first of many home improvement projects: the back yard deck. Since Pop still had his day job, RJ and Jon were his day helpers. Technically, so was I, but I learned that I wasn't very good at hammering nails in straight (I'm much better now) and Jon and RJ became frustrated with me because I was wasting good nails.

I also found that the one task I liked was the one thing I consistently produced: I liked pulling out the busted nails. We had an assembly line of sorts where RJ would line up the boards, Jon would nail them in, and I would go through and pull out nails that weren't in properly. And as time went, there were less and less nails to pull out, so it got to the point where I was just standing outside watching RJ and Jon work. Cue the sandwich maker.

Since I wasn't doing anything, Jon and RJ continued working while I went inside and made sandwiches for everyone. I believe I also made lemonade, but that's a detail that no one else seems to recall. Anyway, the work load for the deck got to the point where I really had nothing else to do but make sandwiches.

When the deck was done, it was time to start planting flowers and shrubs for a garden area. I thought this was an area that I would excel in, and I was doing all right...Up until the moment where the longest worm ever (I swear it was at least a foot long) came out of the ground into the area where I was planting flowers. I hate worms so I freaked out, dropping the flowers and running into the house. Eventually, I returned to my planting duties, but I was paranoid the whole time and I became totally inefficient. I was then dismissed with the statement "That's okay, Jessamine. Maybe you can make some sandwiches?"

The irony is now I never make sandwiches at home.