I had a wake to go to today. Friend's parents,which honestly is the only time we are seeing friends lately and that stinks no matter how you look at it. And me, with an Obama tattoo on my hand. Bethany innocently asked me if I was going to shake hands and say "Sorry for your loss, Vote for Obama". While that appealed to me for a millisecond, I knew this idea would not fly. Luckily it was a cold day and my fetching handwarmers came to the rescue! Of course, when there, I took off my right handed handwarmer, leaving the Obama camouflage one on leaving me to look a bit like Michael Jackson.
This leads us to the time that I will call...Name Your Affliction!
I have 2 complaints today. Each one of them as amusing as the other so you get to hear.
1. I burned the roof of my mouth last night when I ate a boiling hot potato from the fish chowder to see if it was cooked through. It was. Now I have a souvenir of a blister on the roof. You know I cannot leave it alone either, right?
2. Cantaloupe. It seems an innocent fruit. But it can injure and maim. Why do they stack cantaloupes in such a pyramid anyway? One rolled off, I tried to catch it, I did not. It hit the top of my foot. No cantaloupes were hurt in this incident. It got to sit on the shelf unharmed. Me? I have the very rare cantaloupe bruised foot.
It really did jump off the shelf and hit me.
~Going to a friend's house for dinner tonight and I'm bringing dessert. Which you see under the Hidden Obama Handwarmer Picture. It is upside down apple cake, recipe thanks to Martha. You can find it here.