Twinkies are coming back! July 15 says the news. I didn't like them before and I don't like them now. But I'm almost considering buying a box of hydrogenated sugar just to see what all the fuss is about.
Speaking of food, I may or may not have shook a bulb of garlic between two metal bowls (loudly) the other morning at 9:18 to not only get it all peeled quickly, but to rouse some sleepyheads.
I was just at our local Sam's Club a few days back. Since it was nearly lunchtime and two of the MYP needed to be somewhere right after, I grabbed pizza for them and sat in the little food area while they ate. A grandmother one table over turned around and gave me a knowing smile. Then she said those magic words: 'I bet another Grandma is taking out her grandkids for treats today!!!'. I smiled brightly and said, 'no, these are my kids.' "Grandma" starts back peddling. She got out the shovel. She got out soap to wash out her mouth. Almost. Oh! Your hair is so gorgeous. And your face! It is so vibrant and youthful I thought you were just a beautiful grandmother! Isn't this weather great? And it is so nice to have summer again, right? She went on without a breath for nearly two minutes. I smiled and nodded and she went off with a huge smile and a large dose of regret for the comment. I almost felt sorry for her. (I must admit I did take a look-see in the rear view mirror when we got to the car to see if my hair was really that gray and my face really that 'vibrant').
I promised I wouldn't talk about the cat. But this bears comment. He was either shot with a pellet gun or bitten by something big. He came home a few days ago just not himself. Finally took him in. A fever, dehydration, and infection at the wound spot. $160 later, he's back to almost normal. However I learned something about this dear, orange cat. He is all fun and games until you make him go against his will. He turned into a snarling, hissing, ornery unreasonable cat within moments. I think this says it all:
|LET ME OUTSIDE!!! NOW!!!|
|one of the 'rowers'|
|manning the 'sail'|
|headed back to shore|
Last week I drove or returned from our local high school 24 times. Summer school for one. Camps for the other two. I saw a lot of this each day.
But I am enjoying this:
And sometimes this. Unless they all ask to come inside for lunch.