My condolences, Consuela, I'm not sure I got that expressed yesterday.
I think I don't care for the avocado in there!
What a surprising result! Good thing you tested. I like the sound of the chipotle lime etc.
I tried making cookies and cream popsicles yesterday, only I didn't have any milk so I used more cream (the name influenced me there, I'm afraid) and that mixture just wouldn't freeze so I had to let the whole thing thaw out to get the failed popsicle out and it's going to take hours to be ready to make more. The point being, I have to drink my coffee out of a mug this morning like any rube off the street. Good thing it isn't terribly hot, yet.
Aw, poor Emmett. I hope rehydration and time take care of this. And not too much time.
Aw, poor Emmett. I hope rehydration and time take care of this. And not too much time.
He's officially transitioned from waking up drunk, to being able to drink water, take ibuprofen and go back to sleep.
So I think we're officially into the hangover portion of the day.
I'll cope with the challenge somehow.
Now to see if I can hack my way through the blackberry vines enough to get to my orange trees and find out if any of that fruit is ripe. Whee!
I'm sorry, Consuela. My condolences.
My sympathies to you and your family, Conseuela.
I'm so sorry, Consuela. And I hate that it was such a difficult road for all of you. Wishing you peace today.
I think I'm bagging the swim today. I clearly need a reset, because yesterday's swim was spectacularly bad and my shoulder is still pissed about that+vacuuming. I don't want to, but it seems wise. Besides, it also means I won't have a crazy rush to get to the going-away party later today. So.
I'm unhappy with how many interrupts in the past month, but really, there were only 2 in the last 2 months. It's bigger in my head.