My poems were written early yesterday because I knew after school drop off my day would spin out of control and blogging was not going to be a part of it. I hosted a baby shower for a new friend in our Sunday School class Bible Fellowship last night, and my day was to be filled with little more than cooking and cleaning.
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So on the way to school, my middle child uttered perhaps the STRANGEST thing that has ever flowed from his lips...if you've been reading PENSIEVE a while, you know that's saying a lot (and you might want to skip this part if grossness grosses you out (even if it's only words, it paints a disgusting picture).
T: "You know what I think about doing when I get chill bumps all over?"
He pauses for effect.
T: "I think about getting a knife and scraping them all off into a bowl...and EATING them...."
I'm gagging at the thought, but he's not done and it gets even MORE disgusting....
T: "...yeah, I think the same thing about people who have bad acne...I just wanna scrape it off into a bowl..."
Thank God, he didn't wanna eat that, too!
You know, I used to wish I could creep into the minds of my children to know their secret thoughts and unspoken dreams. Thomas is curing that, revelation by revelation.
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So, back to the baby shower. It was a "Sip & See", which is code for she's already had the baby. For weeknight things like this, I keep it simple, but simple still means preparation. It was dessert only, not a full "shower spread", and I made my favorite recipes: sour cream pound cake, strawberry creme puffs, fudge**, and butter mints.
Needless to say, between cookin' and makin' the above, then cleaning my house...I didn't stop to use the bathroom yesterday. At 6:53, seven minutes before guests were due to arrive, I finally changed clothes and brushed my teeth, and finished just in time to greet the first guest.
Then the second...
...and the third.
At 7:30, the guest of honor was not here; originally, I planned the shower for 7:30, so I thought maybe that time had stuck in her mind instead of the revised earlier time. At 7:45, we were all a bit concerned--I envisioned her stuck in a ditch on the way to my house!--so I called her home. She answered on the second ring.
"Hey (name not used to protect the innocent, although she was guilty and she doesn't even read my blog)."
Her: "Hey Robin, how are youOHMYGOODNESSI'MSUPPOSEDTOBEATYOURHOUSERIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!"
Me (laughing): "It's okay...I was just worried..."
Her: "I'mOnMyWayOutTheDoorNowI'MSOOOOOSORRY!!! I just forgot...if you knew my day...."
And I'm like, you don't have to come, it's okay, we'll bring the party to you, yadayada, and she insisted on coming.
Ya know, in my pre-kids days I would've never understood how you could forget your own party.... Now? (and this lady has four children) I totally understand...it didn't phase me or really surprise me that much.
And when all was said and done, we had a splendid evening :).
**Can someone tell me why mine always crumbles when I slice it??? It tastes GREAT, but it's hard to get any "usable" squares out of it...am I cooking it too long? It's the Fantasy Fudge recipe off marshmallow cream.