It's been raining here over the past week. Our house has had about five inches of rain. I am very happy about that, but my husband has been grumbling. I pointed out that he doesn't have any soccer related events happening right now. I pointed out that we are in a drought and we need the rain. Larry doesn't care about that. Larry doesn't want to have to mow the lawn. I can understand that.
Now we are not only hitting Dinosaur Valley State Park, but we will likely be heading to Grapevine to visit the Lego place. Also, Larry wants to go to see David Beckham play. Okay, Larry didn't specifically mention David Beckham. He mentioned Landon Donovan. But I know who he really meant.
I attempted to make chocolate cobbler the other day. I found the recipe on Pinterest, and I thought, "Hey! I could do that!" And I could, except that the last time I bought flour was at least two presidents ago, so it didn't really taste all that great. Who knew that flour expired? I certainly didn't! I'm going to try it again, once I get to the store for flour of a more recent vintage.
Now that I think about it, I should probably go through the spice cabinet and toss out stuff that is older than my marriage. Maybe my lack of attention is why I'm not the greatest cook? Maybe my lack of attention is why I've set my kitchen on fire so many times? Nah. That can't be it. It must be something else, completely unrelated to my attention span. There's math in recipes, and we all know that math is evil. So math is to blame for my kitchen disasters.
Really, what all this shows is that I need more women in my life. Women to share things with, women to hang out with, women to meet for coffee and gossip. I don't really have any of those kinds of friends. My closest friends, Evil Laura, Cathy Cheer, and Magic Michelle, live nowhere near me, and that isn't going to change anytime soon. I miss them so much.
I am hooking up with Stacy Uncorked, and the wonderful women Shawn and Impulsive over at Talk To Us Tuesday. Go check them out and maybe they'll offer you a glass, or maybe just the whole barrel of wine. You will love it