Another Day In Paradise. AKA Dantes Inferno. Tequila hates the lake, puddles, rain showers and her life jacket. We purchased two kayaks so Tequila can spend even more time in hell.
Milk and Herring. Forgot the herring. Missed my A&W rootbeer float stop. Compensated with slightly stale Krispy Kreme donut nuggets. Departed grocery store in a monster rainstorm. Unloaded groceries in monster rainstorm.
American Idol. Next year Birdie will be 18 and I won't have to get up at 4 a.m. to accompany her. When she wins, I expect to cash in on a huge share of loot and glory.
When Books Go Camping. Big Guy talked me into another camping trip. I will tear pages from my used book stash to blot the sweat running down my body. It's going to be a hot one.
Tequila and the Chicken Wing. Poor dog hasn't stolen another one. Neither did she catch the squirrel that fell out of a tree and landed at her feet. Tequila almost caught a cat, a red-handed one. Cracker loves dogfood, especially if it's stolen.
People Of. Attention Wal-Mart: Did you know some of your people escaped? I'm finding them at Target.
What Daisy Wrote. The author is pretty sure she wasn't sincere when she wrote her essay. Judging by the follow-through, I'm positive she is right.
Bite Candy. Break A Tooth. Repeat. Discoverd my dental plan provides good coverage for crowns. Have returned to chomping on ice and munching hard candy.
Little Shop Of Books. Turns out I don't spend four hours a day eating bon-bons in my p.j.s. The family is scavenging for clean laundry, drinking the bottom dregs of milk and alarmingly close to out of toilet paper.
Clueless About Grass. My neighbors that planted grass out of season have a good-looking lawn. My other neighbors the Freshbloods are growing nutsedge around chunks of concrete and discarded brick. I will return to picking on them.
The Girl With The Voice. She can also wield that voice to scream at her mom, who regretfully popped her for it and screamed back. Sometimes, it's not so great to be the mom. But it's hard to be the daughter, too. I remember.
Scrambled Brains. No Daisy, I didn't fix them for dinner. I just thought about it.
Ashes, Iced Tea & Casseroles. I can no more make casseroles for Lent than I can successfully give up iced tea. I completed six casseroles, mostly after Lent was finished.
Bachelor Brad and Sweet Emily. The engagement is off. I bet their bank accounts are fatter, but not as fat as the coffers of People magazine.
Red Velvet Success. Sis wants my poundcake recipe. It's Southern Living's Granny's Poundcake. I'm not sharing as Sis will call me "Granny." Already niece Fancy Free called me "Grandma," apologized, then fled to Mongolia. I'm dipping big time into Clairol's Natural Instincts. If successful, I will send Sis the recipe retitled "My Much Younger Sister's Poundcake Recipe That Puts To Shame My Red Velvet Cake."
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