It's cold here.
Drizzly to boot.
A high of 54 today.
Here is a real time photo of my clothesline.
The Towels Remain the Same.
I'm thinking of leaving them up there for the entire year, just to give the neighbors something to talk about.
Something else you should know....garlic chives are delicious in scrambled eggs.
I was planning on mulching my finally planted vegetable garden, but due to the inclement weather and the fact that I'm a wimp, I may sew today instead.
Considering yesterday was her birthday, I think today is a fitting day to start it.
I've started a bit of a detox/cleanse as well.
Behold the Flax Berry Banana Rice Protein Smoothie.
Due to manic gardening, I've indulged in foods that I haven't eaten in a while, and foods that I should eat.
Sisters, I have paid for it.
I know how maddening this whole weight/food issue is - trust me - I seriously do.
This is me on wheat/dairy/sugar:
This is me on fresh fruit, vegetables, nuts and lean proteins:
Last but not least - I had to bring the baby chicks in off the porch because it's stinking cold out.
Of course, the cats wouldn't give them a minute of peace, so I covered them with a towel.
I hope I don't burn the house down.
This reminds me of a story.
I was about 14, maybe 15. I was babysitting on New Year's Eve for three young boys.
I put them on to bed, and one was scared of the dark, so I turned on the plastic mushroom lamp in his room. Remember those?
Well, that mushroom lamp had a wig on it for some reason.
I didn't think anything of it.
I wasn't acquainted with wigs, and the fact that they were flammable.
I was fourteen, but should have had a little more sense I suppose.
A half an hour later, the child began to wail.
I entered the smoke filled room and pulled off the smoldering Dorothy Hamil wedge wig and put it in the bathtub and ran water over it.
The mushroom lamp was melted.
The wig was ruined.
I still got paid for babysitting.
Make it a great day!