From Gavin, Breic’s daddy: Breic and I had a talk the other day. Gavin: What do you want for Christmas or your birthday? Breic: Ummm… Something really dangerous Gavin: Dangerous? Like what? Breic: Well, something like the sword that goes with that pirate costume you got me. The one with the pirate hat and the pirate pants, and the pirate shirt. The sword that goes with that is really dangerous. That’s what I want. Neither Deirdre nor I have ever admitted to the existence of said costume. He must have…
“Why…”
“Why,” said Breic, to his grandfather, “do you have such a big round head?”
useful member of society :)
I’m feeling like a useful member of society today. I got up at a reasonable hour, which I haven’t done all week, went forth, shopped, came home, cleaned the kitchen, had a productive email conversation, am making bread, and shortly will make fudge. I’m going to walk the dog in a few minutes, and I need to call to see about getting my hair cut. This, overall, is vastly better than feeling like a slug, which is what happens, it seems, if I make City of Heroes my priority for…
the recipe *said*…
The recipe *said* it made 2 pints. I was a little suspicious of that, given the basic ingredients added up to more than two pints by themselves, but it wasn’t until I started mixing it that I began to suspect the guy who wrote the recipe down got pints and quarts mixed up. I now have probably ten, possibly more, cups of marshmallow creme in the fridge. I’d been planning on making not very much fudge this year. Hah! o.o (Oddly, you can’t buy marshmallow creme in Ireland, or not…
tiny bubbles
Ted and I made bbq pulled pork sandwiches for dinner last night (which is to say, he did everything else and I made the bbq sauce, which is how it works in our house. He keeps asking me for the bbq sauce recipe, but given that I just fling it together (ie: you put in enough ketchup, then add honey until it looks like the right amount. Then you pour in some worstershire and add salt, pepper, and garlic until it all seems right, and then you eat it), I…