weekending

This is my new favorite cookbook. Pure bliss is chilling by the wood stove after dinner with a small glass of Euphoria and a cook book. 

We love the game Sorry. Feel free to bust the box you fat furball.

Yes, now I will roll my fat fur all over your game.

 We skied a bunch. I taught the whole weekend. I had two children in a first time lesson. Their mom, from Texas, said to me at the end of the day....

“I hid in the trees and spied on you for more than an hour this afternoon”

This is what I wanted to say.

"Then you KNOW, first hand, that I deserve a HUGE tip!!!”

But, I didn’t say that. I wasn’t sure where she was headed, except to expose her psycho side.

And then she revealed herself.

“I was trying to calculate how many calories you burn in an hour.” she said.

Wow. I don’t even have a snark for that. I’ll come up with one, you can count on it, but isn’t that funny?

Or not?

Matt had this sweatshirt made for Della, because that’s who she is, in every regard, to all of us

"I cheat on you sometimes, Mama, so you better watch me like a hawk.”

That’s good to know, I was thinking it was early onset of Alzheimer’s.

Have a lovely week, all.

And one more thing. My boys have been drawing the same stick person fiasco going on seven years now. The captions and scenarios change, but the sentiment is the same. What sentiment is that?

I think.

I think. 

I think it might be...

BEWARE.

You could lose an organ(?) in Oregon(?) when you catapult off a trampoline onto a pussy cat or an electric fence.............

Just beware, OK?!