In which I do not take requests
Moira wanted hotdog pie for dinner. That is a recipe she invented. Would you like it?
1) Cinnamon
2) Sugar
3) Jelly
4) flour
5) Vanilla
6) Hotdogs
Apparently, one "throws the hotdogs and spices in" at the end. I'm assuming you have to hurl the whole thing against a wall to figure out when it's done.
...
Is Moira like the only kinda funny thing left in my life these days?
In other news, the sickness that laid siege to our house for months is nearly through. Dan and I are on antibiotics and Moira and Mairead just have to rest up. This is a relief, since Christmas things are approaching and I need to not be sick for them. Including Lessons and Carols--that's coming up on the 20th. John (northshoredad) and I are going to do Here With Us. It's a really pretty song and it has a really interesting range, so--BEGONE, PHLEGM.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow we take Christmas Card photos for our annual "spam a number of lucky souls" card drive. We all know how well this has gone in years past. The three options are:
1) Entire family "nude" in the old tub we have for some reason in our backyard. (Not really nude, but just APPARENTLY NUDE, because nothing says "Merry Merry" like my apparently nude outdoor-bathing family. I will have a strategically-placed wreath.
2) Another attempt at a photo on the rusty tractor, this time sans devil cat. Three people have already voted for me to be in the bucket and doing that "jazz hands" thing.
3) The four of us running in terror from the Marini Snowmen. Picture this thing, but white with a big scary man-eating grin on its face:
Yeah, I'll probably post them here when we eventually take them. THREE MORE WEEKS OF ADVENT.
ETA: AND YES, for those who are even remotely interested, the running has begun. Today's loop was in Willowdale, there were a lot of mountain bikers, and I was proud of myself for even getting out the door. There's a long road ahead, people.
1) Cinnamon
2) Sugar
3) Jelly
4) flour
5) Vanilla
6) Hotdogs
Apparently, one "throws the hotdogs and spices in" at the end. I'm assuming you have to hurl the whole thing against a wall to figure out when it's done.
...
Is Moira like the only kinda funny thing left in my life these days?
In other news, the sickness that laid siege to our house for months is nearly through. Dan and I are on antibiotics and Moira and Mairead just have to rest up. This is a relief, since Christmas things are approaching and I need to not be sick for them. Including Lessons and Carols--that's coming up on the 20th. John (northshoredad) and I are going to do Here With Us. It's a really pretty song and it has a really interesting range, so--BEGONE, PHLEGM.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow we take Christmas Card photos for our annual "spam a number of lucky souls" card drive. We all know how well this has gone in years past. The three options are:
1) Entire family "nude" in the old tub we have for some reason in our backyard. (Not really nude, but just APPARENTLY NUDE, because nothing says "Merry Merry" like my apparently nude outdoor-bathing family. I will have a strategically-placed wreath.
2) Another attempt at a photo on the rusty tractor, this time sans devil cat. Three people have already voted for me to be in the bucket and doing that "jazz hands" thing.
3) The four of us running in terror from the Marini Snowmen. Picture this thing, but white with a big scary man-eating grin on its face:
Yeah, I'll probably post them here when we eventually take them. THREE MORE WEEKS OF ADVENT.
ETA: AND YES, for those who are even remotely interested, the running has begun. Today's loop was in Willowdale, there were a lot of mountain bikers, and I was proud of myself for even getting out the door. There's a long road ahead, people.