I am fortunate to have lived my life (so far) with very few enemies. There are people I haven’t liked, and there are occasions that I have had an awfully awkward time due to the avoidance of certain someones, but no one has been a mortal enemy who I have sworn an oath against for life.
I fear that this all has now changed.
Only a bottle of ketchup, you say? Oh, but what evils lie within.
Even though Jamey and I are already expert multi-taskers, we sometimes find ways to take our daydreams to a whole new level – especially now that dreaming about Belize will be a daily occurrence until October 24. Continue reading
Cause I’m bored and should be home already…
Today was supposed to be my big recipe post of this glorious stuff:
That would be smoked chicken penne pasta with pesto.
…Except I did the unthinkable and can’t remember the details for the pesto recipe. (I know, right?)
I even have step-by-step pictures, but my brain is fried from excess thinking and too many hours in Target last night. We’ll just have to put that off for now until Jamey can go over it with me again later. I think I remember all the ingredients, but I don’t think you’re in the mood for a listed-out recipe today anyway, are you? Thought so.
There are too many fun things and thirsty Thursdays to prepare for in this world, including our very special Firefly/Lefthand Brewery dinner tonight at Village Post House. (Clearly I am excited since I have now said multiple times the full names of all companies involved with this dinner. Nothing like encouraging SEO traffic with mentions of libations and delicious food!)
I’m in the mood to do a photo spread, since we’ve had many a memorable moment in photo form over the past few weeks and not nearly enough posts in which to share them. Also, since some of you are not on Facebook and/or are not FB friends with the both of us, pictures – good pictures – sometimes slide by the wayside. And we can’t possibly have that.
Depending on how this post goes over with you, we might just need to make this a little routine from time to time – especially on the mornings when Claire feels a greater need to turn around and crawl back in bed, and in this case, when she starts writing about herself from a third person perspective.
I’ll just hush up now and will give you the photos.
Jamey & Claire 