This is pure blathering at it's finest.
Be warned, nothing entertaining here.
It was a good Sunday.
Church, then lunch out
followed by a quick stop
We attend church about
30 minutes from home.
There is lots better eating places
and much more shopping spots
in church town.
I wore my new golden slippers
and they are awesome.
Thank you God
I felt like a genie.
"Genie in a bottle" kept running
through my mind...
and that ain't no church song!
After getting home
Stu moved an auger,
I started laundry, then
we paid a visit to my folks.
When we got home to stay,
Stu went to feed
and I decided to roast some coffee.
It is a smelly job.
It is a chore I do in the garage.
It smells like burnt microwave popcorn
during the process and
like heaven afterward.
You reek from the smoke.
Clothes, and especially your hair smell.
We were having friends over later
and I didn't want to have to re-wash my hair.
I had a genius plan.
I covered my hair
with a Walmart bag
twisted it in front then,
clipped it tight with a clothes pin.
I was deep in the roast when Stu came in.
He did not even comment
on my resourcefulness.
"Oh Miss Scarlet, you come on
and eat jess a little, honey!"
( a little "Gone With the Wind" Mammy talk)
He still hasn't mentioned it.
We had friends come for an easy meal.
Maggie, Kylie, and Caroline too.
We cooked hot dogs in the fireplace,
and we girls settled down to watch the Oscars.
The men perused Maggie and Kylie's house plans
with Maggie and Kylie.
I put together an Oscar gift bag
for my friend Jamie.
Not as good as the stars get
but in a farm-wifely budget, not bad.
watched gabbed until
they decided to head home.
I gave up on the show and hit the shower.
We were having a major thunderstorm.
The power flashed on and off several times
so I decided to shower before
the next round hit and we lost power.
Water from a well and no power,
means no water.
After my shower,
I went to hang up my towel and
I was wounded.
This fell and hit me in the mouth.
It is a piece of old woodwork
that we use as a towel bar.
It is heavy.
It hit right on my lip.
nice pic... don't be jealous of my awesome old and the chinny chin hairs...
It split and I bled like a hog.
They bleed easily I guess.
I didn't make up the saying,
I just sling them as I see fit.
Anyway, it hurt.
I about took a knee.
Another fave saying around here.
Seriously, if I were a man,
we would be at the hospital.
It is swollen and sore.
It is cut all the way through.
I am hoping I have trouble eating.
A loss of poundage resulting from this wound.
I am committed to making it a positive thing.
You know, if life gives you lemons,
make lemon bars..
Although, if I can't drink coffee I may cry.
After all, I have fresh beans to grind.
That's Sunday drivel.
That's Sunday drivel.