[HA! I know it’s Monday now. Honest. But it’s just too funny that after the whole crazy week last week, I sat down Friday night to write a more upbeat post, and guess what? It didn’t upload for some reason, and I didn’t know it. A fitting end to a crazy week. So I’ve decided to post this anyway, just as I wrote it late Friday night. Here ya go.]
After a week of strep throat, the death of our neighbor and a suite of home, school and office issues too annoying to even go into, I’m glad it’s Friday. Really, really glad. I’ve decided I can’t let this week end on a sad note – so here are some good things that have happened lately:
Dogs
I called the animal shelter on Wednesday and found out that the dogs we took in briefly last week were claimed by their owners that afternoon. That’s one point for good news!
Quiche
There’s really nothing wrong with quiche. Hot Wheels did a little dance when he saw this one.
Help in the Kitchen
The very best kind.
Soccer Practice
Some of you might recall that Honey has a Friday afternoon soccer practice that runs till 5pm – last year we parents decided that it was a perfect setting to kick off the weekend, so we started bringing drinks and snacks to practice. Nothing too fancy. This year I bought a sweet new soft cooler for my xtracycle, ready for Friday afternoons. It’s been wonderful – each week we have more and more parents joining us, and it’s a terrific group of families. Look at this afternoon! Not too shabby.
Candy Corn
It’s October, everybody, and that means I get to buy candy corn. I know that to some people, candy corn isn’t even an A list candy. To those people I say, it’s ok! Just send me your candy corn and I will dispose of it responsibly.
Cloche Hats
I recently bought the most spectacular hat. It was so spectacular that I actually paid full price for it. Inconceivable. I thought I’d just take a shot of myself wearing this new hat of mine so you could see it.
Easier said than done, it turns out. I stood on the back deck, held out the camera and took a shot. Holy smokes that didn’t look so good. I took another. Yikes! I tried again. And again. And again. It got painful. I think my mirror must have vaseline on it because I’m sure I don’t remember all those lines and droopy bits and freckles. It was a horror show. So after about 654 shots, I quit. Here’s the damn hat.
When I bought it, the woman ringing me up asked me, “And did anyone help you with your purchase today?”
Why, yes – my grandmother and my great aunt Alice, as a matter of fact.