Things I’m loving this week
Pie shields. If make a pies/quiches and you’ve ever fussed with trying to keep pieces of foil on your pie crusts to prevent them from burning, you need a pie shield in your life. After making three quiches for book club last week, it became apparent that I need more pie shields in my life and promptly added two more to my Amazon wish list.
3rd Quarter report cards. The girls both brought home stellar cards and Lauren’s card even had some impressive (and….I’m just going to say it…nearly unbelievable…comments). Winning!
Sara’s peanut butter yogurt cones. I don’t especially like peanut butter, yogurt, or ice cream, but I do love Sara’s peanut butter yogurt cones. We were there on Sunday…with the rest of the entire county of Erie. (At least it felt that way).
Things I’m not loving this week
Kid calling cards. When they were little, it was cute when the girls left their stuff laying around my office because it was all Fisher-Price Little People, stuffed animals, and Squinkies. Now…it’s filthy dishes hidden behind my PC because they’re too lazy to take them to the kitchen, too defiant to adhere to the “ABSOLUTELY NO EATING AT THIS DESK” note stuck to the desk, and too foolish to think I’m not going to find this crap.
Dishwasher casualties. One of my favorite gifts ever was a handmade wooden bowl that my former boss’ husband (a talented woodworker) made. I frequently used it to keep fruit on the counter or serve chips/pretzels at a party, which I did last week. After the party, I put it in the top rack of the dishwasher…and pulled it out in pieces. I’m crushed.
This. I initially avoided this story because…we’ve got enough to worry about in our own damn country (just this week we have this and this and this and this). Also mom and girls and I are planning a trip to Toronto this summer, but…then I saw this story on AOL. I don’t even know how to process this. My overall thoughts: The internet is going to destroy humanity, and ….this world is truly and sincerely suffering from a profound lack of love.