The rain has started again in earnest, please send an ark.
We have churched and lunched, now comic book store, then home for playdate and person coming to buy duplo sets. I also hope to get down to the storage room and pull out some spring clothes and the bags of throw pillows that I had stored down ther during the bugs.
I don't have pie either. It's a gorgeous spring day here—all sunny, with puffy clouds. I'm meeting up with a friend in a couple of hours to go rambling on some trails. Maybe I'll convince her to get pie after that. And if I fail, I can console myself with pie! This is an excellent plan, in that it's pie-pie.
I have key lime PIE for later.
I have no pie. I do have enough frozen ingredients to make a blueberry pie, but I don't really feel like it.
Maybe I'll make soda bread. I've also got a recipe for corned seitan and cabbage that I usually make for St. Patrick's Day, but I'm not sure if I feel like it this year. Maybe if I get my kitchen table cleared off, so that I can sit down while doing all the chopping and prep work.
TLC is putting on an addiction show now, too. Copy cat much?
I was going to make banana bread and turkey meat loaf, but I don't have enough eggs for both. I guess I'll do the loaf now, and let the bananas get older.
Dillo: Big Bird has yellow blood, because he's kind of yellow.
me: You know Big Bird is a puppet, right?
Dillo: Big Bird is not a puppet! Because he doesn't have a hole in his butt.
Dillo: Big Bird is not a puppet! Because he doesn't have a hole in his butt.
You have to admit, his logic is pretty airtight.
Dillo has excellent powers of observation. Poor bunged up big bird.
Got taken out by a stealth nap. Time to go swim.