So, February came and went. I was going to post on Valentine's Day, purely because, for yet another year, my cupid day started with some form of defecation, other than my own. I awoke to the sound of a toilet and the words, "wet tootie". Wow. It was great. I do not feel bad at all that I threw those little boy undies out quicker than a wet tootie surprised the cheeks that used to reside in them.
I was also busy almost burning down our garage and our neighbor's shed. I would say not to tell him that, but I really doubt he or anyone else still reads this here blog. It started out innocently enough, I was piling up and burning the hay-like grass that grew in the garden over the fall. I was all raking and burning... feeling very pioneer like in my outdoorsy accomplishments. Until I went to the far end of the garden, threw my rake out to reel in some more hay-grass and realized, there was some other already-on-fire grass still stuck in my rake. That meant that quicker than a SAHM says yes to free babysitting, the back end of the garden caught on fire. Alot of fire. I tried to whack it out with my rake, that did not work for obvious reasons. Then I started yelling for Micah, who was in the way way way backyard. I kid you not, he turned around, saw me being engulfed in flames, and gave me the "wait just a minute" sign.
WHAT!?!? I am being burned alive! The garage is going to burn to the ground! Haven't you seen Backdraft?!?!!
Apparently he thinks I am a bit dramatic. Whatever.
He finally saunters over, and after we untangle the hose, and frantically figure out which of the four sprayers is on, we put out the four alarmer. Lincoln did his part by running in the house, getting a big cup of water. I had to laugh. My garden area now looks a like a charred out war zone, but I hope to till next week and gain back some measure of pride.
I also trekked to Trader Joes. I love, and I do mean love TJs. I stocked up on wine, (their $4 Riesling is AMAZING!) and yummy goodies like hummus and pita chips, then, I stumbled upon it...
Hmmm, what is this I say? My traveling buddy for the day, Kerry, did not share my excitement for the Lemon Curd. I put it back. Perhaps I was crazy, thinking curd of lemon was going to be good. We decided maybe it would be weird and the uncertainty of potential grossness outweighed my curiosity. We strolled some more, and then, before checking out, I decided to roll the dice and get some.
Sin in a jar.
It is so good... as in, eat it by the spoonful good. I decided I would share it with my friend Kim. I think she is almost british the way she loves tea and such. We could have tea, biscuits and lemon curd. I had to admit that before I could arrange tea time, I had eaten all the lemon curd. A little spoonful here and there added up. Humiliating, yes. The silver lining is that now, potentially, whenever my friend JMac goes to TJs she will get me one. (oh, was that a hint? yes, yes it was.)
So I have been busy with all that exciting stuff. I know, a life with this kind of adventure has you all full of envy this morning. I apologize, I mean, not everyone can live this lavishly. Eating lemon curd from the jar, wet tooties and burning garden brush. Don't hate me ok...
Some scrappy stuff done during my hiatus: