What is it about guacamole that makes me eat so much of it?
I’m letting the girls walk home from school alone again today. It just occurred to me that maybe I shouldn’t be advertising this on the internet. Hmmm...
I’m feeling incredibly overwhelmed by the laundry piling up in the hall. I need to fold it, but there’s just so much of it.
How is it that a room can go from spotless to a complete disaster in less than five minutes? Maybe if we figure out the answer to this question, everything else will fall into place, the universe will align, and world peace will be realized.
...or maybe my house will just be cleaner. That would be okay, too.
Google would like to have access to my location. Why does that make me slightly nervous? Keel da google!!!
I have a new lasagna recipe I think I’ll try tonight. I’ve been using the recipe handed down for generations in my family (actually, I think my mom got it from my grandma, who got it from the back of the lasagna noodles box, but no one has to know that), but I’d like to see if there’s something better out there.
I just read a post here about pronunciations. This is an ongoing issue in our house. I, too, am “bizarrely fascinated by pronunciations.” Grammar nerd, you know.
I had a strange desire to read a Jane Austen book this week. But I don't own Emma (although I thought I did), so the moment passed and I picked up Wuthering Heights instead.
I think I need to watch Anne of Green Gables again sometime soon. I need a Gilbert Blythe fix. (love you, honey!)