Sunday, February 11, 2007
June Cutoff Cash, or June Cleaver?
The rest of our weekend was fun; I spent $2 on eggs. That was it.
As I mentioned in my last blog (I wish I could have a link, so that you could click on "last blog" and actually see my last blog. I have no idea how to do that, though), on Friday we had dinner at the home of a couple we know.
Then on Saturday, we had dinner at the home of yet ANOTHER couple. They have a three-year-old and a dog. The three-year-old leaps merrily over and on top of said dog, and he has no response to this whatsoever. He was asleep in front of the fireplace, and the three-year-old and I did ring-around-the-rosy actually around the dog, FELL on him, and he didn't even open his eyes. My cats would have seven strokes apiece if a child rang around any of their rosies.
Finally today I went for a long walk with a friend from work. We walked over to the stables that are near my house and petted horses, despite the signs everywhere that say not to pet the horses. My nose is still itching, so I am either allergic to breaking rules, horses or some horse accoutrement, such as hay or manure or dutch doors or something.
The eggs I bought were to entertain the friend who came over today. Not that I juggled eggs; I had apple bread mix and decided to bake it for her visit. Just the fact that I would think to bake something for someone's visit is miraculous. In the old days (say, December 2006) I would have spent $20 on hors d'oeuvres from the grocery store or something.
Anyway, the even more miraculous part of this story is that the apple bread had all these complex instructions, so I just FAKED THE RECIPE and it turned out great! I just added whatever I thought would be good, baked it for a really long time, and there you go. You must understand I have NEVER done anything even REMOTELY as domestically risky as this in my entire 41 years. I am quite proud of myself.
I cannot believe I am the same person who used to stay out till 7 a.m., the person who tucked a beer bottle in the front of her wedding dress so she could keep dancing. Now I'm baking APPLE BREAD? My big weekend rebellion is illegally petting horses? Who AM I?