She wins.
Hide & Seek With Fluttershy
Owl Cookies
I found this sweet little Owl Cookie Recipe at Taste of Home and couldn’t resist!! And–no, I didn’t burn the edges! That’s chocolate cookie dough! Clever, yes?
It might even look a bit complicated to you…but trust me. It’s not. You know how I feel about complicated.
My little sweethearts came over and were totally amazed.
To be honest…
so was I.
Cucumber Kitty
Have you seen those funny videos where people put a cucumber behind their cat and when they turn around they FREAK out and run away?
Well, that’s not MY cat.
If I have a cucumber on my counter–minding it’s own business–he just KNOWS somehow, and jumps up and grabs it and runs off with it. Next time we see it, it’s half eaten and chewed up all over the floor.
Believe it or not, we’ve hit upon a compromise, of sorts.
I peel and cut up the cucumber and quarter it, while Hobbes paces and howls like I’m skinning a 9 pound mackerel– just for him. I slice out the middle seeds, because nobody wants them anyway.
Oh, wait.
Except Mr. Hobbes.
No sense in throwing the seeds away cause he’ll just dig them out of the trash anyway. So, have them, little kitty–and good riddance.
My cat thinks he’s a rabbit.
Good grief.
Purple Rock Quiz
See this pretty rock? I found it in my backyard in a big pile of other, more normal looking rocks. Isn’t it beautiful and purple?!!
Any guesses what this rock is called?
Let’s Take A Vote
Ok, I’m all for stone baked, authentic, back east, New York Style pizza and all that. I know I’m kinda old and I know that I’m kinda picky with what I choose to use my calories for. I know things aren’t the same as they were when I was a young whipper-snapper.
So, maybe it’s just a personal problem, but let me just ask you…
Is this pizza burned? I think it’s burned. I think it’s REALLY burned. So burned, in fact, that I scurried right back to the pizza joint and said, politely, “Hey, I think my pizza is burned. Like, REALLY burned.”
Why did I say, I THINK my pizza’s burned?! I’ve been alive a long time and I think know burned when I see it. There, I said it again. I THINK. I need to be more decisive…more assertive…more…more…something. Sheesh.
The girl at the window said, “Oh, sorry. We can make you another one. We thought it was fine.”
Fine? FINE?!! FIIIIIIIINE? What on earth?!! How is this fine?! What are people eating these days that they are calling food? Fine. Burned. Pizza?!
My soul is shuttering.
ANY way….
My new pizza was waay better…
and only slightly burned.
I’m progressing.
