1. The outlaws week long visit is drawing to a close. It’s been a nice visit, I never have much of an issue with the outlaws. Honey turns into a ball of nervous energy that (even more than usual) must be “doing something” every waking moment when they are around, which works my nerves to the nub, but otherwise, it’s always pleasant. I don’t think there has ever been so much cooking at my house. Last night we had grille-roasted potatoes, flank steak that had marinated for 12 hours in a garlic sauce, fresh veggies, and apple brown betty. I would be morbidly obese before the end of summer if I always ate like this, but, man is it good in small doses.
2. My crazy mama has been less and less crazy the past few weeks. She’s even taken my advice (and everyone else’s) and gotten out of the house–going to church two weeks in a row, visiting with friends and family, and sounding less and less like Paula Abdul on the phone. But crazy isn’t cured overnight, no. She called on Friday. “I’m thinking about getting a cat, what do you think?” She had apparently found someone in the classifieds who was selling purebred Siamese kittens. We had one when I was younger that my sister adored–dressing the poor thing up like a doll, dragging his little cross eyed carcass around in a baby stroller, etc. He eventually was run over by a four wheeler or shot with an arrow. (Mom’s assessment–not mine). Anyway, this cat was several hundred dollars, and mom wasn’t sure if she could really afford it. I advised that she should just wait until she had a few dollars set aside, because she would also need to get it food, toys, and probably a check up with the vet. “Well, I’m gonna take this picture of your sister with Sammy (our old run over/shot with an arrow Siamese) to show the lady.” Hmmm…so basically she was gonna play the dead child card in hopes of guilting this breeder into a kitty cat discount. I’m no psychologist, of course, but I don’t recall “price negotiation” being one of the stages of grief.
3. I’ve not had a whole lot of time, given the company in town, so there isn’t much Mish to Mash this morning. So here are a few links to entertain you:
You Suck at Craigslist is a blog that pokes fun at the best of (or is it worst of?) Craigslist ads. Typos, desperation, and bad photography are a proven recipe for hilarity.
Who Pooped should be a sure hit with all the searchers who arrive here looking for excretment information.
And speaking of poop…this has to be the dumbest invention since the Chia Pet: The Comfort Wipe. Am I the only one who thinks that just throws a few unneccesary steps into a rather simple process?