Go you, Jesse! Welcome to the world of awesome. So much better than storebought.
'Ariel'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Our neighbor just rang our doorbell. She has sewage leaking over her dining room floor.
I was wondering what that smell was.
Holy shitballs?
Huh?
Clear the car now, sara, because then tomorrow there will be less to clear.
Oh yuck, Dana.
Holy shitballs?
It's... extra emphatic?
Now I feel like trying regular knead bread. Since I now have yeast in the house.
Heh. If I was a betting woman I would totally put money down in Susie Bright's pool.
Mmmmmmm, bread.
I'm still fighting a stupid head cold. Luckily (for carefully defined values of luck) it's cold, rainy, and basically icky here, so slounging around on the couch in my robe is easily the best thing I could be doing with my afternoon.
Not reading carefully, my first thought was that Dana was prophetic. But then I went back and it was Jesse who invoked fecal matter.
As soon as my hair is dried, I'm taking the trash out and making the first pass at the car. There's some wind starting. Which means the trees are doing massive snow dumps. I don't want to walk under then.
Aaaand it's leaking into our house now. Oh, joy.
Oh, ick, Dana.
I want fresh bread. Jesse wouldn't turn me away if I showed up on her doorstop, right?
JZ and Matilda are off to church and a round of grandparental attention.
When we were in Tahoe we had a toddler with us, India, and she was very curious about the baby and in the morning would inquire "'Tilda wake up?" The first time somebody's called her Tilda, but probably not the last.
Tilda was very super genial this morning, and I finally coaxed a laugh from her (JZ and Emmett had already scored baby laughs).
I'm finishing ita's Brazilian mix. It's extraordinarily good music for a Sunday morning.
Tonight - Oscar Mock and Watch with Juliana, Lee, Emily and Suzi. Woot!
Aaaand it's leaking into our house now. Oh, joy.
Were you waiting for a sign to move to North Carolina? This is it.