Not that you asked

Another week is underway.  Grace and I did as much schoolwork as we could stand.  I worked at my job a few hours more than I was supposed to.  My husband and Grace and I ate salad and soup at Souplantation.

I remarked over and over again about the weather and flowers in bloom everywhere.

I folded some laundry and didn’t cook anything unless you count the chocolate pudding I made in the microwave tonight.  Which leads me to ask:  If you were a Pyrex mixing bowl with a handle, where would you be?  Mine has disappeared and I’m beginning to think that my kids broke it and threw it away without my knowledge.  Either that or it’s under someone’s bed, full of unpopped popcorn kernels.

In more than halfway through The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and all I want to do is read.

The end.

 

4 thoughts on “Not that you asked

  1. We once had a cousin of Dear Hubby’s and her two young sons come stay with us for a few days as a ‘safe’ house when she left an abusive marriage. She tried to be so helpful and I appreciated her efforts…but I couldn’t find my Miracle Whip for the longest time after they left. Lo and behold, she’d tucked it way back in a cupboard. I’m not even sure how I stumbled across it. And of course it was totally inedible. But I have wondered every now and then why in the world she put it there, haha. Good luck in finding the bowl.

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  2. if you double stack things like i do…it could be inside of another bowl?
    i wish i lived next to the ocean…instead of the muddy Mississippi…sigh~~

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  3. We’re having some amazingly gorgeous weather up here in Norcal too. Though today is a bit windy… Always glad to read when you are able to squeeze in a post! I’m constantly amazed at all you manage to do in a day!

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