I have very little to report, because I often try to stick to the whole “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all” thing. Oh. You’re laughing. Right. Well, there is a small exception to that rule, you know, which is that if you don’t have anything nice to say but you DO have something funny to say, then go ahead. In that case, I go ahead.
Today I have nothing nice or funny, though I do have 2600 square feet of boat anchor around my neck, so if my posture is a little off, that’s why.
While chatting with Susan this evening and complaining that I had nothing to blog about (see above), she was kind enough to pluck items from our conversation and direct me to write about them. That Susan; always helpful!
And so I present the things which I can talk about right now WITHOUT crying, in no particular order:
Mowing the lawn.
The other night when my traitor mower started right up after I’d whined about how I couldn’t get it started, I only mowed half the lawn before the bugs came out and devoured my spleen. So this morning I went out and mowed the rest. (Wow. Isn’t this riveting so far?) Of course, I was wearing a ratty pair of flip-flops while I did so, and so by the time I was finished, my toes were green. Like, an hour of marinating in grass GREEN. Washing them didn’t remove the color, so I had to break out the little foot grater thingie and SAND THE COLOR OFF.
Whatcha up to, Mir? Oh, just GRATING MY TOES into fine shreds!
But first, I whined to Susan about how long shorts look stupid on me. Then I went out and tried on every pair of shorts in New England. Finally, following Susan’s excellent advice, I found myself some Dockers shorts that actually fit and flattered and all of that good stuff. (And then, like the brown-nosing student that I am, I came home and emailed Susan all about my triumph. “They have pork chop pockets! The legs are straight and wide! They hit an inch above the knee!”) I now own TWO pairs of shorts that fit (same shorts, different colors). I am debating going online and ordering a couple more colors. Boring, yes, but given how many pairs I had to try on before I found those… maybe I should just spare myself further dressing room heartbreak and stick with what works. Also, it is fun to say “pork chop pockets.”
Cooking stuff I find on them there innernets.
If you are not reading The Cleaner Plate Club please lean in just a little bit so that I can smack you. I always learn something interesting there, and when I saw this recipe I couldn’t wait to try it. Well, the kids and I had it last night and it was a huge success. A success to me because it all cooks in one dish, and a success to them because they both discovered that they love roasted garlic. And we spent most of dinner talking about vampires. So. (Oh, and Monkey would like to know what one eats to scare ghosts away, and wasn’t buying my answer that ghosts are friendly. What IS the appropriate ghost-repellent food? Anyone know?)
In an effort to soothe my current stress level, I have been surfing that bargain wave of looking for great shoe deals at Endless and then pricematching the results at Zappos. The other day I scored some Clarks boots for $22 (down from $130). It’s a great deal and I love the boots, but the high is somewhat diminished by having to put them in my closet until winter. Hmph. (Note to self: Find a deal on sandals, as soon as the tips of my toes heal.)