So after my last post I got an email from a concerned friend who thought I sounded depressed. Apologies to all, it had been a shitty week. It’s all fine. Or will be fine, whatever. There are things I can’t discuss because I’m not dumb about posting work stuff on the internet, but know that there are things in the world that are making me grouchy and I’m trying not to take it out on you, all four of you, my loyal readership. Instead I will take it out on the cat.
Birdy takes everything out on the cat. Direct quote from tonight:
“Cat! DO NOT! You know BETTER!”
I’d like to say she came up with that on her own, but it’s definitely a page from my book. But what’s a girl to do? That cat knows better! And he breaks things!
A. pinched Birdy’s teeny finger totally by accident in a cooler and kind of peeled back some of the skin. She cried. A lot.
A: Oh, Birdy, that breaks my heart!
Bird: It breaks my heart, too!
Birdy will be a monkey for halloween. It will be so damn cute your teeth will melt out of your head, just wait.
I made this, and you should, too. Easy, delicious, with leftover mileage. Passes the Mama Snee test. I also made an Eggplant + Zucchini bake that involved a trip to a second grocery store to find eggplant, all in an attempt to convince myself that I do like eggplant. And sadly, despite my best efforts, I still do not like eggplant. Even smothered in mozzarella. And that’s really saying something. There have been times in my life when I would have eaten styrofoam peanuts smothered in mozzarella and asked for seconds.
I’m thinking I’m going to do nablopomo, and I know you think that’s funny, considering I post once every year or so, but LOOK OUT, I’m going to think of some things to say.
Starting Thursday, because it’s late and I’m tired and in the middle of a freelance project due tomorrow, and I’m going to go on a hunt through all of the kitchen drawers for a stray cigarette I may or may not remember hiding from myself a very, very long time ago.
Here are your bonus pictures.
This is Bird making some wooden breakfast on Sunday for Baby and Dog at her new birthday kitchen from Granny and Grandpa. It was the laziest of days. The next time I wish for lazy days where Bird and I lay around in our pajamas and cook wooden food and read books and drink coffee all morning while A. makes a huge, delicious breakfast and occasionally shouts out answers to whatever smartypants quiz show is on NPR, remind me that we do that. A lot.