|I removed the part where you can see my messy stove. You're welcome.|
2 things are weird about this photo: I only got 3 jars out of this batch, instead of 4 or 5, and the fruit is PERFECTLY distributed top to bottom, which never ever happens. The only thing I did differently was to use powdered pectin instead of the liquid kind. Does that have anything to do with it, Jennifer?
I know, the rest of you found that riveting. But seriously, I think Jennifer would care. She's like that.
What else? Well, I managed to locate black basketball shorts and a plain grey crew neck T-shirt for Rachel to wear to Civil Air Patrol on Physical Training Night. If you think that was easy, you have NEVER gone clothes shopping with a 12-year-old girl. To be fair, Rachel was fairly amenable. But no one makes girls' tees without something stupid written on them, and I could find no basketball shorts that are tailored for the fairer sex. We ended up picking up the needed items in the boys' department at Kohls, and I am just glad Rachel is still young-girl skinny enough to make that solution work.
Ever since we returned from vacation, I have been slacking off on the exercise thing. Apparently, I felt that hiking up a mountain a week ago gave me a pass from any more physical exertion for the rest of the month. Luckily, my fiendishly fit friend didn't agree with that theory and dragged me out for a bicycle ride this morning. I survived. But I would still rather be knitting.
|Actually, I want that cute baby more than the sweater.|
You know, you receive online orders much faster if you actually submit them. Turns out, those needles have been sitting in my shopping cart for months. Months. Probably because I was 33 cents short of the $50-order needed to qualify for free shipping.
I am nothing if not indecisive. Also, cheap.