Wild But Not Wooly Week
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.