Peeps nibbling on my thyme this morning. I know I should stop him, but he looks so darn cute. Sin, intrigued by his satisfied tone, tries the herb as well, but gets bored and wants to go on me (see her look meaningfully at me and chirp).
Afterward, Peeps’s breath smelled of thyme. Just wait until after he eats cilantro.
“I had no bread, and I was too lazy to make oat bran or fry eggs, so I made butterscotch bars instead.”
“Butterscotch what?”
“Butterscotch bars. You melt brown sugar and butter together, then add eggs and flour and chuck it in the oven. It comes out like hard candy. So basically I had a whole bunch of brown sugar for breakfast.”
“. . . It seems that would actually take more time and work to make than to fry an egg.”
“Yes, but the end result is so much better!”
This cracked me up for so many reasons, not least of which that to Li’l Bro, this probably is the simplest explanation.
“I saw you waiting for the bus on Regent! I was driving by.”
“And you didn’t stop?”
“I honked at you! But you didn’t hear me. I waited by the side and waved and honked, but you didn’t see. . .”
“Do you know how many cars keep honking at me? Come on!”
However you may feel about rompers, I think that if someone wants to wear it, then she should rock it to her heart’s content. Don’t go halfsies, be bold all the way!
“It’s lovely outside.”
“Oh, really?”
“But you know the bad part about it getting warmer? The DOMs.”
“The what?”
“DOMs. Dirty Old Men.”
“Ohh. . .”
“They’re like flies! In winter they’re quiet and you don’t see them, then in summer they’re out and bug you, and nggh!”
