My day has improved. Pookah ate his stitches, but didn't otherwise harm his incision, so we just had to put a collar on him. The collar is comedy gold. He also pooped in the vet's waiting room, which meant I didn't have to stand around in the rain waiting for him to get the idea it's supposed to be done outside. Not good in the long term, but I'm all about the short-term gratification today.

I went to the grocery store to buy wet wipes and ended up getting everything for salad and chili. Chili with sharp cheddar and diced tomatoes on top, flour tortillas on the side--that's gonna be dinner.

The apple thing reminds me of my mom. She brought Fujis when she came to visit.

Mom: Oh I love Fujis! They're the best apple! Me: They're really good, but I like Gala's a little bit better. Mom: No. Fujis are the best.

She doesn't like it when people disagree with her. Thank heavens I'm not a subject of that kingdom anymore.

I've never had a honeycrisp. I miss living in Oregon where we got plums and nuts and berries, peaches, apples, pears...all the good stuff, right off the tree/bush/other.

I do still have a headache. It comes and goes in waves, from behind my left eye to the back of my head. Right now I'm sitting still, drinking diet coke, and relaxing before chili creation time, though, and that is good.

I'm totally having a braeburn and peanut butter for dinner tonight.

Ahh, another one with the apple and peanut butter love. DH doesn't get it. In fact, he has to leave the room; it makes him queasy. I married a very strange man.

Apple and peanut butter makes him queasy? I don't get it. I love the apple/peanut butter combo.

Eh, but then again, nacho cheese flavored tortilla chips make me queasy, so who am I to talk?

There is no better thing to do with an apple, than eat it with peanut butter.

Or cheese.

Or in a pie.

ooh ooh or plain!

Or dipped in Greek yogurt.

or with caramel!

or baked with cinnamon and brown sugar in the middle and pastry around the outside!

those are all fun.

Sliced apples, oatmeal-brown sugar crumble on top, baked.

Yum.

Apple and peanut butter makes him queasy? I don't get it.

Neither do I. Separately, he loves apples and he loves peanut butter. Combine the two, and it's a fate worse than death. He's the same way with potato salad. The individual ingredients are very tasty, but combined....blech. Yet he combines corn and peas and mashed potatoes, with the reasoning that it's all going to end up in the same place anyway, whereas I cannot have my mashed potatoes commingling with any other vegetable. Strange to the nth degree.