drool and slobber . . .

did i ever tell you i love to read cook cookbooks.  i mean love to. i read them like novels.  but they have to have photos.  lots and lots of photos.  more is better . . . um, so maybe more like picture books than novels but you get the idea. i picked up a 'pioneer woman cooks' book at a garage sale for $2.  although it would be nice to make her ooey gooey goodness, my cholesterol level spikes just turning the pages.  doesn't keep me from a large sigh and a little drool.  i found this recipe for brownies.  my next door neighbor nancy taught me what coffee does when mixed with chocolate.  pull me up off the floor.  please. 

today i discovered another drool worthy site, funky junk interiors.  i love somethin' for nothin' and this woman is queen.  now i'll be dreaming of re-purposed ironing boards, saw horses and palettes.  check out her section called my projects.  oh my.

and speaking of royalty, look at these stats.  i am crazy proud of this fighter!!!!!  go les!!!

yesterday was the 9TS's older son's birthday.  we were going to have a bbq and swim but mother nature had other ideas.  thankfully a little drizzle didn't stop the grill.  there were hot dogs and hamburgers, french fries, salad, deviled eggs, baked beans, corn on the cob, watermelon and chocolate cake . . . now you see why my cholesterol spikes without help.  the man had grown a beard.  not a full beard but a mustache on down beard.  at 45, it is coming in gray.  not a problem but every time i looked at him, i saw the 9TS.  comforting but eerie.  a clone.  a mini me.  and it wasn't just the facial features, it's also the mannerisms and vocal cadence.  wowsers!

and so while i am catching up on the laundry, i am happily flipping through books, marking pages, dribbling off my chin and remembering good times.  so here's my challenge to you.  sit down.  close your eyes and remember when.  enjoy.