We got a late start this morning. Our weekly library visit, plus an essential fabric store visit, ran us past lunchtime. On the way back home, the children were (loudly) bemoaning their state of starvation in the car whilst refusing all offers of available sustenance. I told them 'twas better to eat a single granola bar than to curse the hunger.
No one listened to me.
I'm popping popcorn for the kids now (after dutifully neglecting them after lunch while I dozed on and off for an hour like the 80-year-old I'm not) and I put extra oil in the pot. It's that sort of a reckless day, you know? And now I think I may have invented deep-fried popcorn. Serendipity is my friend.
And that's all I've got, folks. Some days my muse deserts me. She's probably over at Chik-Fil-A, drinking a peach milkshake. Because I know that's where I'd like to be right now, if I were 10 pounds lighter.
I have a skinny muse.
[Candle Photo Credit: Old Shoes-New Trip blog]