That's hilarious, because I haven't made a clafoutis since that day! Although I was promoting it to my mother this afternoon while she was buying cherries.

I could really use another couple of days to recover from my weekend, but instead I have a big big week coming up at work. Ugh!

officially so very tired of getting ready to move. Not all of it's packing, either, because the movers will pack us.

And yet I am doing a disgusting amount of physical labor and sweating.

I'm trying to keep my head busy and ignore how sick I am worrying about my nephew and my brother.

I dyed my hair, hung a ceiling rod so I could hang the gorgeous black and white polka dot string lights I got before I moved in, attached my new ladder book shelves to the walls...and then found myself dripping purple sweat. Showered, now need to go get myself an iced latte and get some quarters for laundry. And a frame for the print I've been wanting to hang, forever.

I owe some kind folks some emails.

Did we see that Angelina had the babies? Vivienne Marcheline and Knox Leon.

Yes, the channel I was watching today interrupted regular programming with a special bulletin about it as if war had broken out in France.

Ha!

I can only conclude that weapons of mass destruction are in the hands of Jennifer Aniston.

I saw a headline about the twins, but didn't care enough to click through.

I am very sleepy, and my plans to make something that I could bring for lunch all week are not looking good.

I hate the ESPN baseball announcers. I always feel like I'm being lectured to.

The Monday night crew with Orel Hersheiser is much better Tom. I hate listening to Joe Morgan and Jon Miller. They're obnoxious.