This was last night's salad and yes, I am posting it because I think it's so pretty and I'm being a little braggy. That shredded stuff in the middle is crab, leftover from a few night's ago and there are cucumbers in it, cherry and regular tomatoes, green beans, black olives, and, uh- well, the avocados and eggs. I always think I can throw a salad together in minutes but
A. You don't THROW a salad together although you may of course toss it when it's done, and
B. It takes a while to get the crab meat out of the crab legs and then another while to cut up all your vegetables, and
C. Then you have to make the dressing. If you make your dressing.
So yeah, it never takes minutes. Or, rather, it takes quite a few minutes.
Look who's having a sleepover with us tonight.
"Of course she did," I said. "She is going out."
On the ride home she informed me with solemn gravity that she had not eaten lunch. I am pretty sure this is not true but whatever. I told her she could definitely have a snack when we got to my house. Would she like a peanut butter sandwich? A chicken sandwich?
"No," she said. "I don't like sandwiches. Do you have eggs? I would like scrambled eggs."
So I made her some scrambled eggs. That girl has been requesting scrambled eggs from me since she was a tiny girl. She was so happy. Scrambled eggs and strawberries.
"You mean splinters?" I asked.
She did not. I tried to explain sandpaper to her using a nail file that I keep in the car. After a minute she said, "I'm going to pretend I understood that."
Lily told me that earlier, she had gotten a call at work from Lauren who said, "Maggie wants to ask you a question." She put Maggie on the phone.
"Could you please ask your mother if she will make me fish tonight?"
Guess which one I'm betting on?
I think Mr. Moon enjoys an opportunity to have the entire guest room bed to himself, to tell you the truth.
I did point out to Maggie that she is seven years old now. She pointed out to me that yes, she is, but that she gets scared and she's worried that Maurice might come into that room in the night and as we all know, that is a valid reason to be scared even though Maurice never sleeps on that bed.
To be continued, of course. I am DETERMINED to get pockets in this dress.