Ben's tummy clock has been telling him it's breakfast time earlier and earlier with the days getting longer and all. He soundly thumped my evil plan to sleep in until 7:30 on Saturday morning. He woke me up with his pathetic squeaking at 5:55. I got up and went to the bathroom. By the time I got back he was sitting on my pillow. Sigh. So I hit the ground running and did laundry (mostly bedding to get the dog butt off it) and other feats of domestic wizardry and had the nest whipped into shape by 9:30.
Groceries put away? Check!
Sheep dustless? Check !
(1 pkg red velvet cake mix. 1 can diet ginger ale. Bake like it tells you on the box.)
[Little note: if you have one and then brush your teeth, don't panic when you rinse. It only looks like you have Hemorrhagic Fever.]
Then I worked a bit more on this:
About 10ish, I went to meet Scott and Michael at Granite City Brewery for brunch. It was wonderful food, I highly recommend it. I even saw the crew from the Sow's Ear there breaking fast! Scott and Michael and I had a very interesting conversation about the philosophy behind forgiveness. Food for the tummy and food for thought. I always have a great time with these two wonderful guys!
We'll I'd better skedaddle for now. My early spring cleaning spree now has me washing scatter rugs and my Snuggie (Don't laugh! I LOVE that thing! It's a blanket...but it has SLEEVES! Genius!) and I need to move them to the dryer. I love the smell of bleach in the evening! (Sigh) I hope there's a Betty Ford treatment center for that.