I think I just hurt myself laughing. Nathan Fillion in Nailing Your Wife. More or less SFW.
While I wait for the window guy, who will be replacing the window that my beloved (but dangerous) son broke, some quickies:
* I'm fairly certain I've lived in at least one of these houses.
* From the "Thanks Captain Obvious" Department: Creativity and mood disorders seem to be linked.
* Project Runway's Laura Bennett has a blog.
* Schaefer Yarn's Sock the Vote.
* An easy Halloween wreath.
Given that our evening temps are now in the 30s, it seems that the CSA closed up just in time. In the last batch were two new treats.
Brussels sprouts, which cleaned up much nicer than they appear and are one of my favorite veggies ever.
On a food-related note: the Pie Goddess and I were arguing about the merits of fresh coconut. She believes that it tastes/has a texture like almonds. I think there is no way that the two could ever be confused. What do you think, dear reader?
ETA: There seems to be some blog weirdness in terms of load time, etc. Will look into it.
"I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox, full of shiny tools: the saw of discernment, the hammer of wisdom, the sandpaper of patience. But then when I grew up I found that life handed you these rusty bent old tools -- friendships, prayer, conscience, honesty -- and said, Do the best you can with these, they will have to do. And mostly, against all odds, they're enough."
-- Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies, which I'm still reading, because I can only get through an essay or two before I get pulled away by something else.
Barney is having a better time than I am.
Exhibit A would be the cat-on-garage situation from last week.
I can't think of a single food that I eat that looks like more fun than this bag of treats.
In the ten minutes I was out of the house on Tuesday, Barney (whose guilty arse is in the picture) destroyed a foil-covered dish of day-old foccacia. He nibbled a bit on the bread but it was the foil that incurred the worst of his attentions. Maybe it called him names. Clearly, the inside of his skull is a more entertaining place than we'd imagined.
All I have are quizzes to grade, lectures to prep, paperwork to ignore and writing to not do. I also have some Live Ladybugs (which are still in their ugly, nightmare-worthy larval stage) and a Ladybug Land.
Also, there is an almost-done autumnal cross-stitch with pumpkins. Yes, those gray blobs are squirrels. Or will be.
I'd rather be enjoying a party in a bag and wanton destruction.
I can't seem to get the hang of Wednesdays. So, quickly, this week's CSA bag was full of a lot of the same stuff that was in other bags -- kale, potatoes, various lettucey greens, carrots. But then there were these:
I handed them off to the Pie Goddess, who'll have to comment on the quality of the 'chokes. While I think artichokes are one of the prettier veggies on the planet, I don't care to eat them. Weird, I know.
Also, more beets, which I will eat in massive quantities.
This coming weekend marks the end of the CSA. Our growing season is rapidly becoming too cold for life season. We have, however, committed to buying parts of one of the CSA pigs (including some bacon, the tastiest part) so there will be more "eat the view" news even after everything green dies.