1. "I'm hungry," John informs me. When I offer him peanut butter or cheese, he tells me, "I want something dessertier."
Dessertier -- I like that.
2. Migraines, migraines, migraines . . . Is it the pollen? Are misbehaving hormones to blame? Could they have anything to do with the fact that I consumed six -- SIX! -- Nutty Bars and a glass of Merlot last night? Why am I telling you? I need to get myself in the confessional and expose my gluttonous ways to the grace of God. Oi.
3. Kolbe flew through the door the other day and announced, "I'm starting a new business -- duct tape wallets."
Yes, duct tape wallets in numerous designs and a price to match any budget. The Tardis model, for all you Dr. Who fans, will set you back $4.00.
The boy is flat raking in money off his road wallet stand.
4. I miss "Small Successes" that Faith and Family used to run. Remember when some of us co-dependent souls needy for affirmation would rush to report to the entire blogosphere that we had managed to fill a bird feeder or hem a pair of pants or fill in the blank with some other piddling task that had somehow turned monumental? Well, I'm still co-dependent, still needy for affirmation, so let me announce that I planted flowers this week and I mailed a cooler full of medicine to my Dad and Ainsley pooped in the potty for the very first time.
As they used to ask in Weight Watchers, "Anybody need a bravo?" I need a Bravo.
5. I had pretty much given up TV (for me, not for the little people). Then we subscribed to Amazon Prime. Suddenly there's something on the tube worth watching. I've loved police drama since Dragnet was part of our regular viewing while I was growing up. Trouble is, today's police dramas are 1) gruesome and 2) an unwelcome lesson in all manner of other odd behaviors. I caught part of a show last week that left me wondering if there's anything verboten on the airways these days.
Well, I just discovered Foyle's War -- a British detective show set in World War II. Great cast, period costumes (for those grieving the end of Downton Abbey), minimal gore, plot twists, but no twisted plots. Check it out.
6. On the book front, I just finished The Midwife: A Memoir of Birth, Death, and Hard Times by Jennifer Worth. Worth was a nurse-midwife who cared for women in London's impoverished East End during the 1950s. A quick, easy, rather heart-warming read that will make you so very grateful for washers, hot water, and epidurals.
Get the sausage from the store. Take it home and cut it with a knife in big pieces. Put it in a pan to cook on 38 degrees (that's Fahrenheit for my European friends). Cook the bacon in another pan for 80 minutes. When it is done put it on a plate with pineapple (John's fav). Don't forget the milk to drink!
When you're finished, ask for something dessertier.
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