maybe we could borrow one of those antique cars for a few days

To provide some closure for my last blog post, Matt came home from work last Tuesday and said, "I read your blog today, you didn't realize it was me that put the chicken plate in your car?"

Evidently Matt's stepmom picked up the dish at a thrift shop.  Matt got it when he stopped at their house last weekend to borrow a tool from his dad, and instead of bringing the dish into the kitchen, he thought it would be funny to put it on my passenger seat.

So rest assured that I do not have a poultry based interloper on my hands.

We had a productive Saturday today, I cleaned and Matt worked on a few projects around the house.  After lunch he was planting some trees along the side of the house, and I came out to tell him I was going to run over to Goodwill for a little bit.

"Maybe you'll find some chicken plates!" he said.

Everyone's a comedian.

And then he bent down and picked something up from the dirt.

"Would you look at this?" he said, "A potato!"

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed! "The old owners must have planted a garden in this spot at some point!"

It was a rock.

You can't believe anything these days.

I got two shirts and two books at Goodwill, and I was more than a little tempted to buy these chicken pictures and put them in Matt's car.

Late this afternoon we headed down to the main street in our town for a little fall festival and car show.  We had the best time.  It was a beautiful night, there were a ton of cars, and we walked around for two hours.

After the car show we headed over to Chili's for for dinner.  While we were eating, Matt was telling me about his to-do list for tomorrow.  On his list was mulching around the new trees, and before I even knew what I was doing, I heard myself saying "Do you want me to mulch?  I love mulching."

I LOVE MULCHING?!  It's like I don't even know myself.

On the way home we decided to drive by Lowe's to pick up some mulching supplies.  Unfortunately, about a block away from Lowe's, we heard a terrible sound come from Matt's truck, and as Matt slowed down, the sound of metal scraping was even more terrible.

And that's how we found ourselves ending a perfectly lovely evening with a broken down truck in the parking lot of Elevation Burger, with both of our cell phones on less than 8% battery.  Matt diagnosed the problem as a missing bolt on the brakes, but even though we were only 2 miles from home, Matt didn't want to risk driving.

It's always better to be safe than brake-less.

So we walked to his dad's house to pick up their car.

And tomorrow Matt will go back to Elevation Burger to repair the truck.

Even though it was a lousy way to end the night, I have to look for a silver lining.

Guess who doesn't have to mulch tomorrow.

i've lost my mind, but found a dish

The weekend started off on a good note, because on Friday night we had a delicious dinner and then Matt announced he was going to bake something.  He made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and the whole house smelled amazing, and if that doesn't put you in a good mood to start the weekend, I don't know what will.

On Saturday morning I had three errands to run- the library, Target, and the food store.

When I got in my car, this chicken plate was sitting on the passenger seat, looking at me.

(Pay no attention to the Cheeto on the bottom right.)

  I'd never seen the dish before in my life and had no idea where it came from, but I tossed it in the back seat, as one does with newly discovered housewares of unknown origin, and made a mental note to ask Matt about it when I got back home.

I arrived at my first stop of the day and as I opened the back door to grab my purse and books to head into the library, I realized that I did not in fact bring my books.  Since I am a terrible library patron, I had a late fee and knew I wouldn't be able to take new books out until I returned the last batch and paid up, so I drove down the street to Target to use the $5 off $10 coupon that was burning a hole in my pocket.

I picked out my items fairly quickly.

(Shampoo, a pumpkin candle, and 8 bars of Ivory soap.)

(Matt planned to hang the Ivory soap from the trees in our backyard to deter deer from eating his fruit trees, which we planted back behind the chicken coop.)

(We might officially be those neighbors.)

Anyway, the line was long so I took the time to stare at my coupon and wonder why it said "Save later!" in big red letters across the top.  I read the fine print and couldn't figure out what it meant, but I had another coupon that said "Save now!" so I figured Target's current marketing scheme must be "Save now, save later, save ALL THE TIME!"

When it was my turn, I handed my coupon to the cashier and he said, "This isn't effective until October 2nd."

Well, I guess that's what save later meant.  My face turned as red as the cart I was pushing and I left the store without buying anything.  Live it up, backyard deer.  We won't be hanging the soap until October 2nd.

My third attempt at an errand was the grocery store, which was a raging success until I got out to my car with my paid for groceries and realized that the housewarming card I'd picked out for my sister-in-law was under my coupon folder and most definitely not paid for.

I walked back into that store so fast, and as I speed walked, I scanned the parking lot for cops.

As if my $2.99 greeting card was the biggest crime in town.

On Sunday afternoon my mom and I went to see Sully.  I loved it, but we both agreed that we didn't expect it to be such a tear-jerker.  I don't often cry at movies, but when Tom Hanks Sully got on the intercom and said, "Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain.  Brace for impact," I'll admit there were a few tears.

When I got home Matt was watching a documentary about the Titanic, so it's safe to say I am never going to travel by air or sea again.

I asked him if he knew where the chicken plate came from and he said, "You know, I saw that in your car and was wondering the same thing."  Normally I can tell if he's messing with me, but this time I couldn't.  I'm going to hope he put it there, because if not someone is breaking into my car and leaving me poultry themed dishware.

And that means I'll have to cross car travel off my list too.

Time to get a bike.

it even comes with a spare tire

I am trying to think about what I did last weekend, and it seems so long ago.  I do know that on Sunday we took a good hard look at the walls downstairs because we want to repaint, but they are not in the best shape.  I channeled my inner Joanna Gaines and suggested we cover the old drywall with shiplap.  We even went to Home Depot and Lowe’s to look at shiplap supplies and for a brief, shining hour, my home renovation dreams seemed to be coming true. 

I even sang “God bless the broken road that led me straight to shiplap” as we walked down the lumber aisle at Lowe’s.

But then clearer and more fiscally conservative heads prevailed and we decided to just work with the walls we’ve got.

We didn’t make much progress this week because I was out of town for work.  I rented a car, as per usual, and this time I got a Jeep Wrangler.  When I got home I told Matt the only thing I didn’t like was that the windows were manual, and he said that was because the doors come off, so you can’t have electrical wires.

I don’t know if that’s true or not but I spent the past 48 hours debating whether or not I should take the Wrangler for a spin sans doors. 

My hotel was 12 miles from the office, and last night it took me 52 minutes to get there, even with my GPS.  I could see the hotel from the highway, but I could not get to it.  I am not kidding when I say that I made the same circle on PA 15 N, and then PA 15 S, three times.  I would have been in a bad mood about it, but people kept waving to me and their friendliness kept my spirits up.

Then I realized the people who were waving were also driving Jeeps.

That Jeep wave is a real thing and by the time I returned my Wrangler to Enterprise tonight, I was a waving pro.  The only downside to the Jeep was that it was very loud.  It didn't seem very aerodynamic and it sounded like I was riding in an airplane. 

This is how close my hotel was to the highway I kept driving up and down.  One more missed exit and I would have taken that Wranger off-roading. 

 I got home tonight and we had breakfast for dinner.  One time when I was a little girl, my mom told me that we were having pancakes for dinner and I said, “Pancakes? Can’t we have a roasted chicken or something?”

I’m sorry for that, Mom.  I understand.

We sat down at the table to eat, and I raved about how wonderful it was to feel the breeze coming through the open windows. 

“But geez, listen to those dogs barking,” I said to Matt.

“Those aren't dog, they are the cheerleaders down at the football field,” he said.

Whoops.  My apologies to the cheerleaders.

The Jeep must have been louder than I realized.

Imagine if I'd taken the doors off.

what i read: august

Three months in  row linking up for Show Us Your Books with Stephanie and Jana!  It's becoming fun to keep track of what I'm reading this way, and get some new ideas!  Here's what I read this month...

First up, Pretty Is by Maggie Mitchell
I swore I wouldn't read any more books about kidnapping, but this was a book club read.  There was a little twist to the standard kidnapping novels, but it was still very predictable.  But maybe that's because this is the forty seven thousandth kidnapping novel I've read.  The basic plot is that two girls were kidnapped when they were young, and now they are in their thirties and one is a writer and one is an actress.  The writer authors a book turned screenplay about their kidnapping, and the actress is chosen for a starring role, so they meet again! What are the chances?  It wasn't awful, but not my favorite.

The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin
I LOVED this book.  Five stars.  The story was unusual, and the characters were so quirky and likable.  The story centers around a widower who owns a little bookstore in a vacation town.  He leads a solitary life, until one day a little girl is abandoned in his shop.  He adopts her and his new little sidekick makes him take a closer look at some of the relationships in his life, including those with an agent from a publishing house, and his brother and sister-in-law, and why some things turned out the way they did.  I didn't want this book to end.

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert
I don't usually read books like this, but I've seen so many rave reviews that I thought I'd give it a try.  And here I am with my unpopular opinion- I did not care for it one bit.  I had to force myself to finish it.  It was 300 pages of navel gazing.

Irish Eyes by Marykay Andrews
This was my first Marykay Andrews novel and I loved it!  It was the perfect weekend read.  I went ahead and judged this book by the cover, and assumed it would be a light read.  But it centered on a retired detective who now runs a cleaning company with eccentric employees.  She witnesses a shooting and even though she's retired from her detective days, she can't help but solve the crime.  In doing so, she uncovers some underground police organizations and learns people aren't always who they seem to be.  There's a whole shelf of Marykay Andrews books at the library, and I can't wait to get another.

The Bookseller by Cynthia Swanson
This was another winner.  It was about a woman who owns a bookshop with her best friend.  She goes to sleep one night and dreams she is living another life, the life she would have if just a few things in her life had been different.  As the days go on, the dreams get more realistic and it becomes increasingly difficult to differentiate between her real life and her dream life.  It reminded me of It's a Wonderful Life, and I loved it.

Never Change by Elizabeth Berg
I'd read some novels from this author in the past and enjoyed them.  I enjoyed this one too, but it was so sad.  I haven't read Me Before You, but I saw the movie and it's a similar story.  A man is dying, and the main character becomes his caretaker and falls in love with him.  She wants him to fight, and he wants to die.  It was a good book, but a downer, and the day I finished it, I was in a bad/sad mood the rest of the night.

Next month's goal is some cheerful stories!

come on over for an omelet

I haven't mentioned them recently on the old blog, but the chickens are still hanging around.  Although by last week I thought we might be spending our hard earned cash on fancy organic chicken food for nothing because WE WILL NEVER GET EGGS FROM THESE DARN CHICKENS.

And then last night Matt and I went outside to check on the girls after dinner, as per our daily custom, and look what we found.

I only wish we had some eggs last week, because I had to bring deviled eggs to my uncle's cookout and had to buy a big carton of Land O'Lakes.

Part of me thought I might be asked to bring guacamole to the party, since I've recently been enlightened about the world of avocados.  My aunts and cousins and I were out to dinner a few months ago, and somehow we got on the topic of guacamole when I said, "I love guacamole and I'd make it more often if it wasn't such a pain to peel all of those avocados."

And they all stared at me until someone said, "You don't peel avocados."

Well, that was news to me.  The handful of times I've made guacamole, I have painstakingly peeled each avocado, which is a messy and somewhat dangerous endeavor.  

Not to mention incredibly time consuming.

A few weeks after the guacamole revelation, I made guacamole using their method and it was the easiest thing I've ever done.  

Shortly after that, I was making a recipe that called for mango, and Matt walked into the kitchen while I was painstakingly peeling that slippery mango.  "Why are you peeling it?" Matt said.  "You can cut it like you cut an avocado."

THIS IS HOW I CUT AN AVOCADO, MATT.

Who knows what other produce I'm incorrectly cutting/slicing/peeling.  It's much easier to eat candy and potato chips.

But least I know how to crack an egg.

we might have hamburger helper tomorrow

Well, it was a lovely Labor Day weekend and I couldn't be more sad that it's over.  On Thursday I got to hang out with our nephew, and on Friday I got to hang out with Annabelle.

On Saturday my uncle had a cookout.

Sunday was a walk at the park where I took a million pictures because it was the most gorgeous day.

On Monday I did a little shopping and my in-laws came over for homemade pizza.

Reality hit hard today, and the low point might have been when I got home from work and had to face the music and create a dinner with the ground beef I'd thawed.

Matt came home while I was browning the meat, and when he asked what I was making, I told him it was a special gourmet masterpiece and assured him he would love it.

"Oh I know what that means," he said, "hamburger helper."

We should be so lucky.

Turns out my gourmet surprise was CHEESEBURGER PIE.  Do you know the one thing worse than cheeseburger pie on a Tuesday?  Leftover cheeseburger pie on a Wednesday.

On the plus side, we are already halfway through the week.  And halfway through our cheeseburger pie.

 

we shall (hopefully) overcome

Matt and I decided that as part of the family room face lift, we'd install a few lights in the ceiling.  It's a dark room and the ceilings are low so we thought overhead lighting would be the perfect solution.

Well, easier said than done.

Matt's brother is an electrician, so he came over the other night to work on installing the lights.  I decided the general placement of the lights, and then the boys set out to carefully measure the exact locations so they wouldn't drill a hole and run right into any wires or joists.

And then they drilled their first hole and ran right into a joist.

In their defense, it was an unexpected joist.  They are usually installed every 16 inches, and this particular joist was only 8 inches from its neighbors.  However, I don't think joist are installed for cosmetic reasons so it was probably there to serve a purpose.

I was sitting in the dining room but when I heard Matt say, "I wish I was an engineer, because I'd say just cut through it," I hopped up from that dining room table so fast because do you know what is right above that joist?

Our bed.

I told Matt if I snuggled into bed one night and crashed through the floor I would be LESS THAN HAPPY.

In the end Matt took the conservative route and decided not to cut into the joist.  That's the good news.  The bad news is that we now have a hole in our ceiling and no immediate solution for how to fix it.

But I think I'd rather have a hole in the ceiling as opposed to no wall between the family room and garage, so I'm remaining calm, and remaining in other rooms until the situation is resolved.  I know Matt will come up with something and the room will look great.  To encourage myself I thought I'd share some pictures of our most recent room redo, our master bedroom.

This is what we started with.

And this is how it looked during.

This picture was taken when I was a fool who thought wallpaper removal would take a few hours, max.  That smile was short-lived.

And this is how it looks now.

 (Please excuse the air conditioner.  It's not really aesthetically pleasing, but it's a necessary evil.)

I love it.  It's so relaxing. Which is convenient because I need a room like that at this time.

i bet the patriots didn't have to worry about glass lids

Well, I walked in the door from work on Friday night and Matt was standing in the dining room wearing this.

Contrary to what you might think, he is not starting a landscaping business.  He's just getting ready for the fall and hundreds and thousands and millions of leaves he hopes are going to fall on our lawn this fall.

After he took off his leaf blower, he made the BEST pizza for dinner and then went downstairs to work on our wall.

I haven't mentioned the great wall of Pennsylvania here because it's a difficult thing to talk about.  It's part of the reason I haven't been blogging lately.  I always blog at night in the family room, but for the past week or so the family room has looked like this, and the time spent down there wasn't exactly relaxing.

The first floor of our home originally had a garage and a family room.  The previous owners expanded the family room into the back half of the garage.  And then, instead of making a wall between the family room and garage, they just stood two bookcases up and called it good.

It looked nice, but it wasn't insulated, so it was freezing downstairs in the winter, and there were gaps where you could see into the garage.  There also weren't any electrical outlets so anything we wanted to plug in had to be plugged in around the corner.  Painting the family room is the next project on our list, and building a wall is part of that project.

Matt slid the bookcases out last weekend waited until the room looked like this to tell me, "Might not be able to get drywall up for a few weeks, so welcome to the garage family room!!!"  He said that last part in a game show host voice like it was FUNNY while I had a heart attack on the couch.

Luckily for both of us things moved quickly, and we have a wall.

On Saturday afternoon the mail was delivered, and with it two shipments of freeze-dried food from Patriot's Pantry.

You might be wondering what Patriot's Pantry is, and I'm here to tell you it's "food for the self-reliant patriot."

Which I am now, evidently.

If tragedy strikes Matt and I can live for 6 days on freeze-dried Traveler's Stew or Liberty Bell Potato Cheddar Soup.

Matt walked into the kitchen when I was taking these pictures and asked what I was doing.

"I'm taking a picture of this so I can write a blog about it, because it's funny," I told him.

"It's not funny," he said, "it's serious."

You say Granny's Homestyle Po-tay-to Soup, I say Granny's Homestyle Po-tah-to Soup.

On Saturday night I was cooking actual potatoes on the skillet for dinner.  The knob on the glass lid was loose, so Matt got a tool to tighten it up.

I walked over to the sink while Matt tightened the knob, and unfortunately, as my dad would say, he didn't know his own strength because he tightened it too much and the entire glass lid exploded.  

Teeny tiny pieces of glass flew EVERYWHERE.  

All over the floor.  The counters.  Into both sinks.  Into the dishwasher, which was open.  Into the potatoes on the stove.  And, worst of all, into Matt's arm, which was bleeding everywhere.

We both stared at each other for about five seconds, and then jumped into action washing Matt's arm, getting the glass out of it, getting out the shop vac, and sweeping up the shards.

On the plus side, no glass got into Matt's face and my kitchen floor has never been cleaner.

But that's the story of how we ended up spending a wild Saturday night at Bed Bath and Beyond cashing in our 20% off coupon for a new skillet.

We got a new one, but it also has a glass lid and I'm a little gun-shy to cook with a glass lid again.

Maybe I'll just serve Traveler's Stew for the new few days.

gold medal weekend

I didn't have work on Friday, so my mom and I decided to pick my niece up early from daycare because who doesn't love getting a jump start on the weekend?  Unfortunately Annabelle was getting a cold so she was a little under the weather, but we didn't let that get in the way of a fun afternoon.

My brother and sister-in-law have two cats, and sometimes cats bother me and sometimes they don't, allergically speaking.  I was fine the whole day, but on the way home my face started to itch, and by the time my mom dropped me at my house my eyes were swelling shut.  Matt and I originally had big plans to go to Senor Salsa for dinner, but when I walked in, he said, "Wow, what happened to you?" I knew I wouldn't be showing my puffy, red face in public, even for a three cheese burrito.

We decided to order out, and when he asked what I wanted, I said, "I cannot make that decision right now.  I will eat anything."  And then I went upstairs to shower and put on my PJs, and when I came down Matt was walking in the door with a BOX of food.

I guess an order of two cheese steaks (Matt got double steak, double cheese), loaded fries, and mozzarella sticks is when you graduate from the take out bag to the take out box.

Shameful.

We settled in on the couch to watch the opening ceremonies of the games of the thirty first Olympiad but that's a story for another post because I have lots of thoughts on the Olympics.

But here's a teaser.  At one point in the ceremony, there was an interpretive number with dancers weaving fiber optic fabric, which represented something about the earth and creation (I didn't quite catch the meaning because someone was being critical), and it was then that I realized this is our first married Olympics.

And by August 21st we might be in marriage boot camp or we might have a second television.

Or possibly both.

My face was so itchy that I had to take some Benadryl, even though I knew it would make me sleepy.  Thank goodness we were following the Spanish alphabet because I had to go to bed after the Estados Unidos made their entrance.

On Saturday Emily and I went to a flea market to see what we could find.

Do you know what we found?

Old gloves.  By the hundreds.

And old ties.

And some new ones!

But the hardest section to pull Emily away from was the old wigs.

Just kidding, she was totally grossed out even touching this one and as you can tell, wouldn't even bend her arm.

I did find some cool globe bookends.

The flea market is kind of in the middle of nowhere, and as we drove by miles and miles of farmland to get back to the highway, I told Emily, who is in the school of agriculture at Penn State, that she was looking at her future.

For several miles she talked about how much she would like to live in the wilderness, but then she got a look of concern on her face and said, "Umm...maybe there's more civilization the other way."

Yes, and that would be called Philadelphia.

We eventually made our way home, and I haven't left the house since because, Olympics.

Just kidding.

Kind of.

what i've been reading: july

Today I'm linking up  with Steph and Jana for Show Us Your Books.  Here's what I read in July.

I was all over the board this month.

First up.

River Road by Carol Goodman
I would give this 3.5 stars.  It was about a college professor who got some bad news at a work party, and then hit a deer on her way home on a snowy mountain road.  She woke up the next morning to a detective at her door informing her she was a suspect in a hit and run that killed one of her students.

Yikes.

The woman's own daughter had been killed in a hit and run on the same road years earlier, and the investigation uncovers some similarities between the two tragedies.  The professor works to clear her name and find the driver.  The story kept my attention, had some good twists and turns, and even had a little love story weaved in and you cannot beat that.

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Nantucket Nights by Elin Hilderbrand
First of all, this book made me want to move to Nantucket.  It sounds so quaint and picturesque.  This was about three friends who go swimming in the middle of the night, and one of them goes missing.  The search to find her uncovers some a bunch of hidden secrets.  The ending was okay, but if I'm honest about this book, it was a little boring.  And by the end I couldn't keep straight who was having affairs with who.  It was a little much.

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Columbine by Dave Cullen
I had heard so much about this book and decided  to give it a go, even though I knew it wouldn't necessarily be an entertaining read.  I was 11 when Columbine happened, so my memory of it is mostly the major headlines.  Many of which, as it turns out, weren't necessarily true.  This book details the media coverage of the tragedy and what they did right and what they did wrong.  It also covers the law enforcement response and investigation, and what was known about the shooters before April 20, 1999.  Parts were very difficult to read, but I couldn't put it down.

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I Remember Nothing by Nora Ephron
I drive a lot for work, so I listened to this as an audio book curing my trips, which was much more entertaining than flipping through radio stations.  I especially liked how Nora talked about getting her start in the publishing industry, and how she worked her way to the top.  She's also funny, which is a plus.

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Dave Barry's History of the Millenium by Dave Barry
I love Dave Barry.  I think he is the most hilarious writer.  I listened to this as an audio book too, and I was CRACKING UP as I drove down the highway.  I had this playing one afternoon when I picked up my sister, and even though she was tuning in halfway through the millennium, she was laughing too.  It's totally ridiculous but that's what makes Dave Barry so funny.

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The Island by Elin Hilderbrand
And this time Elin made me want to move to Tuckernuck Island.  I loved this book.  Two very different sisters, their well-meaning mother, and their quirky aunt spend a summer at the family's old house on the island after a broken engagement.  Over the next few months there are some new romances and unexpected discoveries.  Best of all, there is a happy ending.

bad things happen in threes. at a minimum.

Two weeks ago my parents set off on a much needed vacation.  I didn't mention it in real time because Emily was home alone, and I was in charge of homeland security (self-appointed) while they were away.

Unfortunately, they left the house and Murphy moved in because EVERYTHING THAT COULD GO WRONG, DID.

The afternoon they left Emily had an unfortunate, literal run-in with the corner of her bed.  She initially thought she might have some broken bones.  The injury was self-diagnosed of course, because she takes after me in that regard.  Birds of a feather.

Luckily the injury improved and the first crisis was over.  But speaking of birds, Emily called me at work on Monday and said, "Sky died."

Sky is (was) my mom's classroom parakeet, and he was spending the summer at my parents'.

"Umm...are you sure he's dead?" I asked.

I'm totally your girl in a crisis.

"Oh, he's dead," Em said.  "He's laying on his side on the bottom of his cage with his eyes open.  He's is definitely not alive."

She should switch her major to veterinary medicine.

"Well," I said, "You're going to have to get him out of there."

"I don't want to," she said.

Sky had been a little under the weather in the weeks leading up to my parents' vacation, so his untimely death wasn't a complete surprise, but I could tell Emily was less than thrilled that he waited until my parents were 600 miles away to fly to bluer skies.

On day three of my parents' vacation, the check engine light came on in my dad's car, which Emily was driving for the week.  Emily dropped it off at the mechanic and I picked her up there and we went for a walk and talked about every single thing that could be wrong with the car, because give us a tough situation and access to google and suddenly we are professional auto mechanics.

Emily summed it up perfectly when she said, "It could be anything.  The transmission might be shot, or the gas cap might not be on all the way."

The next morning, the diagnosis came.

The gas cap wasn't on all the way.

The rest of the week was fairly low key, but Emily slept over on Saturday night and we decided to celebrate Bakery Sunday, which is a tradition Matt has been unsuccessfully trying to get off the ground for two years now.

As we rounded up our shoes and keys Matt said, "I have a funny feeling we're only celebrating Bakery Sunday because Emily is here."

Jackpot.

But sadly, we pulled up to the bakery and it was closed.

Shut down.

BOARDED UP.

So we drove to another bakery and got twice as much as we should've but we felt it was well-deserved.

Speaking of baked goods, our garden is going gangbusters.  In particular we have a surplus of eggplant and zucchini.  I made zucchini bread last week and then used two zucchinis last night to make "ravioli."

We'd finished our zucchini bread and I decided I really enjoyed having that around, so tonight I made chocolate chip banana bread.

It's like Bakery Everyday around here.

Who needs vacation?!