Tonight we went out for dinner at a very amazing place with dear friends. I’m still getting used to the “I get to go out with my husband and not have to worry about the kids” phase. We went to THIS PLACE. It’s 17 minutes from my home. 17 minutes.
I live in paradise.
I don’t have any actual pictures of paradise, (well, I do but they weren’t very good and lack that paradise-ical quality). You’ll just have to trust me.
I must ramble.
In 29 more days we have a wedding. In 25 more days, Scout and her baby come out for the wedding.
While I sit here blogging, (it’s 11 16 p.m. my time) my dear friend arrived from Seattle. She will just have to wait because I’m not done. But she loves me and she will wait.
We have added rice in to our desperately skimpy diet. Filling your 14 and 17 year old boys up on meat is expensive, so a little rice is a welcome addition. But, I find it necessary to share some of our successes with you, namely, peanut butter cookies which are made without peanut butter. Or flour. Just air and chocolate chips.
And then banana pancakes, also made with air and bananas, that’s just about it. These have become a very big hit around here, largely due to their bread-like nature which my family is so deprived of.
Having health in one area sometimes leads to health in other areas, hence the kombucha craze around here:
We are, in short, completely out of control.
And finally this. It must be spring. Crocuses and conference season. The talks roll off my fingers then out my mouth. Here’s where the magic happens.