J: You know when you pour too much milk in your cereal, so that the bowl is 80% milk, and the cereal/strawberries are just little islands in it, and you can't put it back in the carton, no matter how much you want to? That disaster happened to me today.
A picture of the catastrophe:
And you know when your really cute dog, sits there, and stares at the sandwich in your hand, and you can't give him any? This also happened to me today.
A picture of the incriminating Sandwich:
It was a truly scarring day.
Anne:
(Jake and I did *not* know about each other's breakfast cereal w/strawberries photos!)
My steel-cut oatmeal this morning (it's my breakfast almost EVERY morning...with apples and ground flax seed and cinnamon and brown sugar and walnuts and plain yogurt...mmm...but the magic strawberries made it SOOOO much more delicious!...thank you for inspiration, Jacqueline and Kathy!!)...
Beautiful sights from the wonderful jazz show (thank you, Enerjee Jazz Quartet!) at the library this morning...
Below is Sam's *Strawberry Station* that he set up on the island in our kitchen. He thought it was important that we have easy access to the *perfect strawberry experience*. There are fresh, washed berries in the bowl, a knife with which to hull them, and organic, Fair Trade Vegan sugar in which to dip them!!
After dinner, I asked my family if they wanted me to make more shortcake and they said something along the lines of "Hell, Yeah!" But Sam said, "Um...I dont' think there are any strawberries left."
I checked.
There were about six.
Yup. He ate most of them by himself.
We had spoonfuls of Nutella for dessert instead.
:)
Jake pulled me outside WAY past my bed-time to be a Part of the Darkness...and the TEENY BLINKING LIGHTS Shining from each of the ZILLIONS of fire-flies!!
It was Sheer Amazing Magic. (No, you can't see the fireflies below, sadly...)
All is Well.
