Dear Little Tiny Moments like this one,
You are the best.
I am on the lookout for you. Watching for you--the one who will turn my tomatoes to mush--around every corner. So far, you haven't shown your ugly face. But just so you know, when you do decide to come, I will have picked every single green tomato right off the vine so you can claim no victims.
Why. O Why. Do you always wait until THE very last minute to throw (and cut! and sloppily "sew!") your kids' Halloween Costumes together? Every year.
Let's get a move on already. I feel like you start all the way back in September thanks to the over-commercialism-of-everything, and I am ready for real fall.
Dear Real Fall,
You are pretty.
Am I jumping the gun? It's not even your month yet.
....I love you.
I heard you paid a visit to my sister. Please stay away until December. Thank you.
Dear Halloween Candy,
You seriously make me want to vomit. Yep, I said it......start the booing and throwing-of rotten vegetables.
What is so good about dusty fake chocolate and hard-as-rock carmel? I would much prefer the sugar to enter my body via cookies, cakes, or ice cream.
speaking of ice cream.....
Dear Haagen Dazs,
Your chocolate and peanut butter ice cream is the best ice cream ever in the history of the universe.
I ate this twice after my race last weekend and savored every moment
(as much savoring as quickly shoveling it into my mouth would allow)
Dear Race Last Weekend,
You were hard. Darn that stupid Lyme bug.
But you were so much fun and I have so many giggly memories from you.
Dear 5 people I rode/ate/slept/stunk up a van with, in last weekend's race,
Let's do it again.
you were greatly missed.
Dear People Who Fill up the Las Vegas Casinos,
I could sit and watch you FOREVER.
where do you all come from?
Dear Zions National Park,
what a treat it was to take a tiny detour right through you last weekend. I hope we can meet again--soon, and more thoroughly.
my long lost love.
What has happened to us? Once a week is just not enough my friend.....this week lets make sure its twice.
Next week, thrice,
Dear Other Mothers,
Time to fess up:
Is your bedroom clean?
Mine is not.
I like to blame it on the fact that our room in our old tiny house is basically bed sized and we have no where to put everything.
But I think that really, it's just because I don't like to clean it.
And that is the truth.
(Because the whole world reads this blog you know)
Did you know that Whitney Ingram and I are in the final stretch of our cookbook making? It's true.
Just a handful of recipes left to shoot, and then a few final words and pleasantires from Whitney herself, and then off to the project magager it all goes. Watch for it in early Winter 2012!
sincerely yours/all my love/until next time,