Barbecue Sauce

Imagine. 5:50 am. Mr. Wonderful needs to get moving because it's an hour drive to work. He struggles to get off of the futon and into the shower where he belongs. I'm in the light beige carpeted kitchen putting together his incredibly predictable lunch. One sandwich included yesterday's barbecued pork required barbecue sauce and nothing else. Got the bottle. Gave it a shake. Lid wasn't on tightly. Barbecue sauce went a-flyin. Yup. Not the first time I've spilled something similar in color all over the carpet (except last time it was canned pumpkin down the staircase). Anyhow, boy looks up at me from the floor he's scrubbing and says "this is going to be my life, isn't it? I should invest in a carpet-cleaninig company". I have the tendency to spill. Oopsies! But hopefully we'll never have a carpeted kitchen!!

Lights

For those of you who know me well, you know that I just love "twinkle lights". I love walking around at night and seeing lights on trees and in gardens. Like the garden below with the lanterns and lights... if I walked into that garden, to me, that would be so magical! Something about it brings out the hopeless romantic in me.


Well, I know that my little string of lights doesn't look like much, but last night, Dave and I had some friends over and we were eating by the lake with these lights on and it was just wonderful. I think it adds some really great ambiance and is simply fabulous. There's something nice about sitting around a table with a simple canopy of lights strung above...