Bar soap or body wash?
Do you use a washcloth?
I just wondered.
Me, I don't like body wash. I never feel like it rinses off entirely which makes me feel slightly icky.
No. I don't use a washcloth. I don't know why.
So yeah, I just took a shower because I spent most of the day in the garden and I was covered in mud. I used body wash because it wasn't my shower, but the little shower in the off-the-kitchen bathroom. Sometimes I use that because it takes approximately eight minutes for the water to get hot in my bathroom which is forty-five steps (I counted) from the hot water heater whereas the little shower is about three steps from the hot water heater so I feel like I am wasting so much less water when I use it. I need to put a bar of soap in there.
Do you remember when I listened to the first two Game of Thrones books and then put the third on reserve at the library? Well, that was about a year ago, I think. I finally got a notice that it was my turn and so I went and picked it up. "A Storm of Swords" is the title.
Thirty-nine discs, people.
So I listened to a few of those today and of course I've forgotten everything. I mean, not really everything, everything but a lot. Martin does a pretty good job of doing backstory but hell, Martha! There must be four thousand characters involved.
Oh well. I will persevere.
I did some weeding, a little mulching, and planted some zinnias. Why did that take all day?
I have no idea. It just did. I pulled some of the mustards although I should have pulled them all but I just couldn't. I snapped the bolt stems off and I'm going to hope for a few more weeks of them, just as I am doing with the collards. I'll probably still be listening to "Storm of Swords" when the cucumbers are ripe. Jeez.
Do you remember when I burned my finger a few weeks ago? And I didn't even post a picture because it was so yucky and gross?
It's almost completely healed. I don't even think I'm going to have a scar. Gibson keeps saying, "Where you boo-boo?"
"It's healed up," I tell him.
The body is amazing.
Gibson is learning the uses of the word "up" and let's face it- it can be confusing. The bubbles go up. The wound heals up. The other day before we went to lunch at China First, he told me that his tummy was going to go "up." He demonstrated by sticking it out. After he ate a few bites he said, "See Mer? My tummy is up now."
And he poked it out again.
"Yes," I said. "You are filling your tummy up."
And we all proceeded to fill our tummies up. China First cracks me up. They have EVERYTHING. From your standard faux Chinese dishes like egg rolls and wontons and sweet and sour chicken and cashew chicken and Kung Pau chicken and Owen's favorite which is chicken-on-a-stick, they also have sushi and macaroni salad. Dude! Macaroni salad! And something they call "roasted broccoli" but it sure looks just like good ol' southern broccoli and cheese casserole to me.
And jello cubes. Owen and Gibson aren't very well acquainted with jello. Gibson spent about ten minutes bouncing the cubes in his hand going, "Bounce, bounce, bounce..."
Owen, on the other hand, likes to put a cube or two in his mouth and suck on them for a moment and then spit them out.
"Don't play with your food," said Boppy, who was dining with us.
Haha! I love watching children play with food, especially jello. Okay, maybe it's just that I love to watch my grandchildren playing with food. I don't recall being as amused when my own kids did it. I will never forget when I took them and some friends once to Morrison's Cafeteria (and oh, how I grieve the passing of Morrison's Cafeteria!) and they all started sucking up their jello through straws. I believe I told them firmly to STOP THAT! but I still remember it and it gives me a giggle.
I'd give fifteen dollars for some of Morrison's Cafeteria's rare roast beef with roasted potatoes. Right this second. Or their trout almondine. They had the best tartar sauce in the world.
Be still my hungry heart.
Instead, I am going to make pizza tonight. Mr. Moon has spent all day painting again and we've gone through most of the leftovers so I thought it would be fun to make pizzas.
Do I talk about food too much?
Okay. Do you have any questions for me?
If so, ask away. I'd say nothing is too personal but that would be a big fat lie.
Also feel free to give me answers. I could use a few.
Love you. Mean it.