The End of Mr. Y by Scarlett Thomas blew the top of my head off yesterday. Note to self: wear hats.
Went to see Mamma Mia! tonight. Pierce Brosnan doesn't look comfortable singing, and Meryl Streep kind of weirded me out. Best part: the boys in the swim flippers dancing on the pier.
I think I'll double that 20-clove garlic chicken recipe for the dinner party on Friday night.
Marie!! Thank you for the pumpkin carving set and the stencils! The kids have already picked theirs out.
I didn't really like or get Facebook at first, but it sure is a quick and easy way to hunt and find old friends. Too bad so many of my old friends don't seem to be online (yet), though.
Rée...AAAGH. I was gonna send you some more soup, but now I dont know what to do.
Thank goodness the lower back pain I've been plagued with all this last week seems to be subsiding. Though I am halfway convinced it's time to replace the mattress.
I should have bought that horse vase at the art fair on Sunday. The memory of its eyes is still haunting me.
Dark-chocolate-covered rhubarb is really yummy, but actually tastes pretty much the same as chocolate-covered raisins, which I already love, so even though they're good, I'm a little disappointed. I don't know what I was expecting, come to think of it.
Some of the trees have gone off like red rockets around here. LOVE!
The black branch spots on birches look exactly like eyes.