Why is it that it sounds like life and death when they’re shouting that they need to tell you something, and as soon as you finally respond all they say is, “Wellllll...ummmm...I just...uhhhhh...I was wonnnnderinnnnng...ummmmmmm...”?
14 quarts of applesauce, 16 pints of salsa, 8 half-pints of bruchetta-in-a-jar, 6 half-pints of pear salsa (kinda more like a chutney, really), and nowhere near enough (used to be 12, but it’s a lot fewer now) half-pints of pear butter. Mmmmmm...
I listened to, among other things, World Have Your Say on OPB this morning while making applesauce. I’m all for respecting other people’s viewpoints, but honestly, there are some crazy scary people in the world.
PBS pledge drives make me feel insanely guilty.
I’m learning that the phrase “quiet time” has different meanings depending on one’s age (you'd think I'd know by now...)
I love the fall. I could live outdoors this time of year, just taking in all the colors. And our tree out front is the most awesome looking thing in the fall. The leaves stay green in the middle for a long time, but they’re edged by red and yellow. I love it!
Here is what I look like to Lexi:
I"ve had that song that goes "I'll stop the world and melt with you" in my head all day long. Dang Hershey's commercial.
I should really get a move on the Halloween costumes. This year I'm making two fairies and a spider. Care to guess who is which?