Back from Tulsa, with two stories from this morning's airport breakfast that I have to share...
I had a grumbly stomach, I'm pretty sure from eating too much greasy food yesterday, so I just wanted something simple and breadlike. The most appealing of my options was a chocolate chip scone, so I got it, but with every bite I thought, "Eat a muffin, Yankee!"
I bought yogurt with fruit for Annabel. What happened next requires a little backstory--when we left Seattle Sunday, I'd bought her a yogurt parfait with granola, which she rejected with much sadness and disgust. So when I brought her this yogurt, she peered carefully at the container, then smiled and said, "Just yogurt! No wood chips!"
Clearly, we need a little break.
Just be clear on whether she's allowed to hook up with another daughter from the copy shop or not or you'll fight about it for the next six seasons.
But with a laugh track. And probably nice residuals.
You already have the great hair.
ugh, my stomach ache has turned into a
barf
fest.
I hate everything.
You already have the great hair.
Will it become iconic?
Can I get a nose job?
What should I have for dinner? (Sorry, I know that's really more of a Natter question.)
Oh, poor Nora.
Cass, I think you should have lentil stew.
t runs away
IOSN (in other stew news), the turkey stew is just about done! I fished out all of the bones (I hope), and it smells really good. Hope it tastes as good as it smells.
I am also making another pumpkin pie since I seem to have finished the last piece of the other one, and Drew hasn't gotten a slice yet. I'm happy to report that this crust looks much better.
Windsparrow is wise.
Emily, can you wash the
spiders
down the drain? I'll let them live in my garden happily, and in the corners of rooms if they aren't too pushy about it, but bathtubs are a one way ticket to pipesville.
{{Nora}} Hope it passes quickly.
I look forward to going to a salon and asking for The Cass.
Sorry about the sick, Nora.
