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What is it about homemade white bread that makes it into such better toast than it's usual store-bought counterpart? As I sit here eating a chicken salad sandwich on two slices of toasted homemade white bread I made on Friday, I can't help but marvel at how absolutely crispy it is. Even when I let it sit for a few minutes while I took are of some other stuff, I was able to come back to it and "crunch" into it. It hadn't gotten even the least bit soggy.
The only drawback to earth-shatteringly crispy toast, though, are the crumbs. There are so many more crumbs produced by this kinda toast than the other. All my plate needs is one good breeze to send the multitude of ultra dry toasted mini-bits of bread to go flying everywhere.
...Maybe it's not a good idea then for me to sit so close to the open window here on this very nice breezy day while eating my lunch? Perhaps? Ah well. I really don't care. That's why McGaffey invented the vacuum cleaner, after all.
The day is breezy, which is good. It's decent kite flying weather. The only problem is, it seems whenever I go downstairs, the breeze disappears. When I'm up in my apt, though, the breeze is blowing nicely. Guess having a place on the third floor isn't a bad thing in that regard (though it really bites when you have a car full of groceries for the week to lug up the stairs, and there's no elevator, and you're thirty-eight weeks pregnant).
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I wonder if there's anything in my lease that forbids me specifically from flying a kite from my balcony?
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I wonder if flying a kite from my balcony would keep those -insert choice explicative here- pigeons away from it?
The mourning doves that nested on my balcony all last spring and summer I don't mind. I certainly don't mind the cardinals, finches, blue jays, ducks, and geese that live in this apartment complex. It's just those stupid messy freeloading pigeons I can't stand. If only there was a way I could charge them rent for taking up residence on my balcony, I imagine I'd be able to live here for free. Until then, I will continue to put my daughter's badminton rackets to good use.
Oh. I just remembered. I have a tree frog picture to do more work on. All of the colorfulness, but none of the fly eatingness. Is "eatingness" a word? Ah well, it is now. I deem it so.
Yesterday I introduced Eden to my paper shredder and the two of them seemed to get along quite swimmingly. Of course, I have a sinking suspicion that one day I will live to regret my daughter's newfound friendship. I know I will have only myself to blame, but it was amusing watching her take great delight in turning pieces of junk mail and credit card apps into confetti at the time.
And now it's time to go and see about feeding some ducks.
The only drawback to earth-shatteringly crispy toast, though, are the crumbs. There are so many more crumbs produced by this kinda toast than the other. All my plate needs is one good breeze to send the multitude of ultra dry toasted mini-bits of bread to go flying everywhere.
...Maybe it's not a good idea then for me to sit so close to the open window here on this very nice breezy day while eating my lunch? Perhaps? Ah well. I really don't care. That's why McGaffey invented the vacuum cleaner, after all.
The day is breezy, which is good. It's decent kite flying weather. The only problem is, it seems whenever I go downstairs, the breeze disappears. When I'm up in my apt, though, the breeze is blowing nicely. Guess having a place on the third floor isn't a bad thing in that regard (though it really bites when you have a car full of groceries for the week to lug up the stairs, and there's no elevator, and you're thirty-eight weeks pregnant).
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I wonder if there's anything in my lease that forbids me specifically from flying a kite from my balcony?
...
I wonder if flying a kite from my balcony would keep those -insert choice explicative here- pigeons away from it?
The mourning doves that nested on my balcony all last spring and summer I don't mind. I certainly don't mind the cardinals, finches, blue jays, ducks, and geese that live in this apartment complex. It's just those stupid messy freeloading pigeons I can't stand. If only there was a way I could charge them rent for taking up residence on my balcony, I imagine I'd be able to live here for free. Until then, I will continue to put my daughter's badminton rackets to good use.
Oh. I just remembered. I have a tree frog picture to do more work on. All of the colorfulness, but none of the fly eatingness. Is "eatingness" a word? Ah well, it is now. I deem it so.
Yesterday I introduced Eden to my paper shredder and the two of them seemed to get along quite swimmingly. Of course, I have a sinking suspicion that one day I will live to regret my daughter's newfound friendship. I know I will have only myself to blame, but it was amusing watching her take great delight in turning pieces of junk mail and credit card apps into confetti at the time.
And now it's time to go and see about feeding some ducks.