By Sheri Hopkins
Hello everyone! Gorgeous day in the River Valley. I had to make a mad dash to Greenwood, in Sheri Hopkins fashion, I had forgot to get my car tags. Yes, I paid the penalty and then I went and paid my taxes. I sure don’t want my name showing up in the paper. I wonder if they still list the delinquent folks in the paper. I never see a paper except our wonderful Resident Press.
One time Jacob had some friends over and one of them came in the house and said, “your car tags are expired.” I said, “no, they are not.” He says, again, “yes, they are!” I told him someone had to of stolen my sticker. I went outside to check it out and they are seven months past due. In my mind, I am still thinking someone had stolen my sticker and I am mad as a wet hen over it. The next Monday, I headed to the revenue office. I had my second-grade report card in my purse in case they needed it. I went in and told the lady behind the counter that someone had stolen my sticker off the tag. She gets my information and looks me up and says, “it appears you never renewed your tags.” Imagine the shocked look on my face. I said, “you mean to tell me I’ve been driving all over the place for seven months and never once got pulled over?” I renewed my tags and paid the penalty and five months later had to get them again. Crazy, I know, but it happened. I have no excuse; I just do things like that.
This is what happened when I went to the courthouse to pay my taxes. I take everything out of my pockets and leave everything in my car. I walk in and put my keys and my tax statement in the little box and walk through the metal detector. And yes, it goes off. Every. Single. Time. It goes off when I go to the courthouse. They eyed me up like I was just released from cell block C and said, “turn around.” Turn around? Did he want to dance or what? I turn and he says, “all the way around.” So, I spin, and I said, “that made me dizzy!” He stares at me like I am some kind of nut and never cracks a smile. Well good day to you too, Mr. Grouchy. I finally got through the courthouse security and paid my taxes and went on my merry way. It seems like crazy things always happen to me. Another day in the life of a crazy senior citizen.
This week’s recipe is for a candy corn fudge or a Butterfinger fudge because it tastes like a Butterfinger.
3 cups candy corn
1 cup peanut butter
1 14 oz. can sweetened condensed milk
2 cups white chocolate chips
1 cup milk chocolate chips (optional)
Line a pan with foil or parchment paper use a 9×9 size or something close add candy corn (easier if you chop it up) and peanut butter to a medium saucepan and heat over low heat. Add the sweetened condensed milk and the white chocolate chips, stirring until smooth. This takes awhile. Spread evenly in the pan. Cool or chill until hardened. You can melt the chocolate chips and drizzle on the top of the fudge. Cut into squares and enjoy. Have a blessed week and remember to pray for the Helene victims. Count your blessings, folks.
