You guys crack me up. I laughed so hard I got a headache.
It was so strange to get your captions, read what you wrote and realize I had no idea what you were talking about because my perception of the photos I posted was so completely different from your interpretations.
Thanks for humoring me and giving me a day off from writing. I like being lazy.
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Picture Number Two:
ink cartridge in the feather. It fits. She can even cap it.
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Picture Number Five:
Truth: bread bowls for broccoli soup. I thought it’d be a nice treat for the kids. You know, a novelty, permission to play with their food, etc. But they didn’t like them. Not a single kid liked them. By the end of the meal I was snip-snappy. For dessert there was a stunning lecture on appreciation and mealtime etiquette.
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But Mavis, about bearing children: yesterday some strange man stopped by to ask whether or not we’ve seen his missing dog. I hadn’t, but I invited him inside while I hollered at the kids to find out if they’d noticed any strange dogs running around. The man stepped inside and the kids swarmed—Yo-Yo was over by the stove shooting Mr. Handsome’s sneakers off the back of the sofa with a giant rubber band. Nickel and Miss Beccaboo came streaming the stairs. And Sweetsie ducked out of the little fort under the stairs.
The man’s eyes got big and he said, “Wow, you’ve got a whole pack!”
“Yeah,” I laughed.
And then, chuckling, “I hope you and your husband have gotten it figured out by now?”
Huh? Did he really just SAY that? I smiled benignly while discreetly scrutinizing him, but he was talking about something else, his comment already forgotten.
I giggle every time I think of that conversation. So rude and funny, all at the same time. I liked him.
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Picture Number Eight:
Truth: the fixings for French Onion Soup.
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Six minus one. (The first bag didn’t make it past Mr. H’s lunchtime at the Frankferd Farms buying group pickup spot. Didn’t he ‘fess up?) -Kris
Truth: we do have a mouse.
Truth: It better not touch my chips.
Truth: there were six bags originally, and yes, Kris, Mr. Handsome tore into one of them on his way home from work. They were on special and they are incredibly delicious. Now they’ve been elevated from floor to top pantry shelf. I’m hoarding them.
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This same time, years previous: Julia’s chocolate almond cake, plus chocolate butter frosting, five-minute bread
Oh, this is funny bidness.
And who knew French onion soup was so boozy? Although in retrospect, it IS French…
I was wondering what you were going to do with those 5 bags of potting soil.
Cookie baker Lynn
So funny! You sure know a bunch of creative people.
That was fun! Love the bread bowls. I'll come over for soup and bread and won't complain. Not a bit!
I thought the buns were white and pumpernickel too; never dawned on me they were burnt, but now that it's been pointed out to me, I can totally see it… LOL!
Ha, I thought those were, white and pumpernickel buns and further down, bags of fertilizer.
Wow, you must live in a very low-crime neighborhood. The idea of inviting a strange man looking for his lost dog into the house made my arm twitch in the direction of my shot gun! I suppose that's part of living in Philadelphia…
what's your new look? bangs? glasses? I like 'em both.
This was funny, even if I didn't have time to bang out captions. I totally recognized the mayo picture. But I thought the bags of chips were some kind of fertilizer or soil. Ha. What's the brand? I ADORE chips.
That green traily plant (I have lots of them because of our dark house) is pothos. I know the names of three of my plants (fern, jade plant, pothos). In fact, I have one permanently in a vase of water in our dark dark bathroom.