Due to unfortunate circumstances of late, Jack is forced to wear a large medical collar which I, naturally, decided to incorporate into his Halloween costume. He is thrilled.
“This is humiliating.”
The problem is HOW to utilize this fantastic piece.
He could be a Martian from Planet J…
…or a lively phonograph…
…or a cold, resentful queen.
Decisions, decisions!
“Dream on, lady. No way I’m going trick-or-treating in this.”
I knew early on what sort of Tuesday this would be. I started off the morning by sloshing tea onto my right leg as I drove to work. And this evening while The Boyfriend and I were enjoying TV and a glass of red wine on the couch, I managed to spill on my sweatpants while sofa-dancing to Glee.
In short, I am a total slob.
Nothing some Shout and a refill can’t fix. As I stood over the washing machine this evening, liberally applying stain remover to the legs of my pants, I thought back to one of my favorite stories from college. During a particularly messy home-cooked meal in our campus apartment, I reached in vain for some napkins or paper towels. Turning to my roommate I said, “You know what’s great about sweatpants? They are also a napkin,” and abandoned my search in favor of the option sitting right in my lap. You can call me messy, but I prefer to say I’m environmentally conscientious. My roommate nodded her approval through a mouthful of food. We girls were just that classy. We still are.
In other news, I cooked approximately 12 cups of barley tonight in preparation for stuffed squash I’m making us for dinner tomorrow.
Barley is so amazing. It makes me want to be a better human being.
Last week I came home to a pleasant surprise on my doorstep.
(How cute is our welcome mat, by the way? Speaking of dogs, if you look closely at the top of the photo you can see the blur of Jack’s paws as he attempts to tackle me in greeting.)
The lovely people at POM Wonderful sent me a box of their pomegranate juice to try out.
And what did I do immediately after tearing into the box? I did what any hardworking gal does after a particularly rainy Tuesday: I added a little juice of my own and sat to down enjoy Jeopardy!
I’d actually like to do something with the pomegranate juice besides drink it all in martinis (I think….). I’ll probably incorporate it into some morning smoothies. And maybe a vinaigrette to finish off all of that CSA lettuce.
Whoopie pies, of course. (Although Frank Sinatra has a cautionary message for all of you who took that to mean something else.)
Last week my sister and I stumbled upon something on Our Best Bites that took immediate priority over everything else in our respective lives. My sister and I were roommates for a few days while the Boyfriend was out of town for training. The predictable girl stuff ensued: lots of chitchat and hanging out, plus a smattering of shopping at Target. But the very best thing about living with the little sister again was someone to share my unabashed excitement for making Pumpkin and Cream Cheese Whoopie Pies.
Don’t be shy — go make these immediately. We won’t tell your boss why you called in sick.
Sunday afternoon found my sister and I driving northward on Route 50. Destination: Saratoga Springs.
No, not for this again. Sadly…
No, we were in Saratoga on a top secret mission.
I can’t reveal any details since we made a sisterly oath to keep mum on the subject. All in good time, friends.
On the way home we stopped to take in the sunset over the Rexford Bridge.
It’s a beautiful time of the year in Upstate New York. The weather is still warm but the leaves are starting to turn orange and yellow. Boots are back in season but it’s still not time to put away summer skirts.
It was a peaceful way to end the weekend.
