Sunday.

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 

at Walmart.

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

for glitter!

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. 

O.b.l.i.v.i.o.u.s.

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.

We 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.

Critically!

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.

Peace out.