BACON AIOLI I MUSRT HAVE THIS.

Large trash item pick-up is tomorrow, so I came home from work and hauled a bunch of crap from the garage to the curb.

Tonight, I work on a resume, and maybe read a book or something crazy like that before bed.

Tomorrow, I gotta clean the back porch, work on grading and resume, do laundry, bake a chocolate stout cake, roast a chicken, make rosemary-garlic potatoes and roasted cauliflower. I'm having a wee dinner party.

Sunday, I gotta grade, do lesson plans, proof a resume, work on a study guide freelancing project for the ISEE, and color my hair.

I'd weed, but it's gonna be chilly, and I think I have too much shit to do, anyway.

Liese, my friends live in the country in the Ozarks, and they have a bunch of hummingbird feeders, and those little birds are mean as hell! They do major bombing runs on competitors -- it's pretty awesome. Also, H & L will leave the porch door open sometimes, and some brave hummers (heh) have actually buzzed into the living room, looking for MOR SUGAH.

In case anyone was wondering: Yes, the Disney photos were photoshopped.

Figures.

Yeah, we love watching the nasty little dudes divebombing each other in our yard. So, tiny, so pretty, and so damn surly.

That reminds me that I really want to make Thomas Keller's Grilled Cheese with the potato chips in the middle.

Hummingbird wars have already resumed.

Photo Op!

Yes, they're like tiny little scintillating jewels. Jewels of Death.

Owen and I went to pick up pizza for dinner. On the way, he asked me, "Mom, what's the opposite of a dreamer?" I said I wasn't sure. Then he replied, "A pragmatist!"

Then he asked me what an oligarchy was.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm a little uncomfortable having a 7 year old who is smarter than I am.

Wow, a 7-year-old who is wondering about political systems already.

Cash, you better warn us when he can define "autocrat", because there's a short jump from that to designing the Death Star...

I feel comfortable with the fate of the world in his hands, though. And Sara's already signed up as a campaign supporter minion.

Crap, my ability to multi-task today is for shit. I started the laundry, but then got all caught up in rendering my newsletter into its digital format and totally forgot that was going. So now I have to scramble, and laundry isn't something you can hurry. But I still want to get the majority done before I meet the SO for dinner in town tonight. Shoot.