Feel better, Nora!
Thanks for the well-wishes, everyone. I feel fine now, but I am very nervous about eating anything. I'm munching on Saltines and drinking ginger ale. This is the same kind of antibiotics I've been taking for 10 days, so I'm just surprised that I didn't have a reaction until today. But I took the pill right before eating rather than after; I guess that's what made the difference. And I'm not going to worry about the fact I lost that last dose given that this is Day 17 on one kind of antibiotic or another. God, ND is a saint. His poor truck. He's taking it in to be cleaned thoroughly tomorrow.
Omnis, WBB=World's Best Boyfriend.
Hil, your bookcase reorganization sounds excellent. And Beth, that really is a brilliant idea.
Brilliant solution by Matt.
Just had this conversation with Matilda.
Matilda:
(brandishing her little glass of water)
"More?"
Me: "Can you say please?"
Matilda: "More More More!"
Hee. Does that rise to the level of 'good enough'? You'd better get her the water before someone gets hurt, Hec.
Previous "please"-prompting conversation:
Matilda:
brandishing cup
More!
Me: ...
Matilda: More more more more more!
Me: More
please?
Matilda:
in an "Uh huh, that thing" tone
Yeah!
The lattice idea is genius.
Anyone know the best way to polish silver-plate stuff? I've got a havdalah set that's looking kind of grungy.
Does that rise to the level of 'good enough'? You'd better get her the water before someone gets hurt, Hec.
Well, she did have an appreciative look on her face. And she looks really cute wobbling around sipping water with ice cube from a tiny little sherry glass.
I hope you are feeling better and better, Kristin.
I made a salad for Mother's Day brunch tomorrow (Panzanella). Delicious, but I'm not sure how to pronounce Panzanella! Is it pan-zan-AYAH or pan-zan-ELLAH?
pan-zah-nehl-la, at least that's how it sounds in my head.
My mom is away and my MiL already received her flower delivery so I have no maternal obligations tomorrow. And yet, I have a non-kinfolk brunch to attend. Funny old thing, life.
My friends that might stop by are probably not going to. Which is okay as my house is only half-assedly cleaned, but still disappointing because I wanted to see them. So it goes.