Hey peeps just a reminder to toodle on over to “Such a Nice Surprise” Spring Boutique where I am selling my deliciously delightful Gourmet Goodies.
- Apricot Orange Chutney – great accompaniment for Lamb, Beef, Chicken
- Cabernet Wine Jelly – serve with cheese, crackers, over cream cheese etc.
- Gourmet Chili Sauce – makes everything a gazillion times tastier
- Chocolate Raspberry Sauce – try it on a banana filled crepe – HEAVEN
- Caramel Apple Pie – ice cream, pancakes, or straight from the jar
- Pecan Praline – in a tart or as a topping, you can’t go wrong
With so many upcoming events (Easter, Mothers Day, Fathers Day, graduation etc.) you are certain to find something wonderful.
Runs April 13 – 16 from 11am until 8 pm
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Question: If your spouse snores (although he adamantly denies that he snores), would a jury of your peers (assuming they are married to snoring spouses – since that is what makes them your peers) find you innocent and uphold your claim of justifiable homicide? Hmmm. Something to ponder following another night of little sleep.
I love Mr. Farish. I do. I do not love watching and listening to him as he delves deeper into a REM state leaving me floating on the surface of dreamland. I do not love hearing his nasal passages expressing their joy as they are released from the confines of his body. I do not love prodding him to turn over only to have him release a thick stream of hot-steamy-stinky-confined air into my face in the process. Aarrgghh! Now to be fair it isn’t entirely his fault, but come on, snoring is not an enjoyable lullaby in which one can easily be lulled into slumber.
Last night was one of those never-really-got-into-REM-nights. We’ve all had them. You toss and turn, readjust the pillow, kick off the blankets, put the blankets back on, lay on your left side, roll to the right … all the while your spouse sleeps soundly on. On nights like this I usually have really strange thoughts/dreams. While still aware of household sounds my mind is strangely transferred, bringing forth thoughts I dare not think during the day. Suddenly I have a zillion failures. All the woulda-coulda-shoulda’s come floating to the surface. The deliciously dark chocolate covered raisins I snacked on earlier have suddenly turned into large masses of blubbery fat, that quickly adhere to various parts of my person ala Gwyneth Paltrow in Shallow Hal. Roll over. Fluff pillow. Kick off blankets. Doze. I am now standing on the scale and watch as the needle inches higher and higher. I envision tucking fat-folds into my pants, trying to zip them up. Looking down and not finding my toes. Doom. I haven’t paid the bills. I missed an important meeting. I haven’t studied for finals, (am I the only person that still has finals nightmares?). Roll over, fluff pillow, pull blankets up, poke Mr. F. who is still blissfully sleeping whilst continuing to snore up a thunderous storm. Watch clock. Roll. Toss. Fluff. Turn. And on it goes until the only sound worse than snoring is released into the room … meep-meep-meep …
See this little guy?
It seems he’s been up to no good.
Manufactured with the idea of bringing joy to little bathing tykes that otherwise might not enjoy the evening bath ritual, this guy was the perfect solution. This simple, smiling, yellow sub-of-fun has a cute little battery operated periscope that turns him off and on. Once on, he draws water into his little water pump propelling him all around the tub …
At least that was the original plan.
It seems that the little water intake valve is so powerful that it has been sucking up the loose skin on the very kids he is suppossed to be entertaining and causing some pretty nasty lacerations in the process … and by “loose skin” I am referring to all those little boys out there … OUCH!
Sharks and yellow submarines … fear them, for they are real!
Just in case you were planning on giving one of these fells to your BFF’s little guy on his first birthday, may I suggest a pet pirana instead?