Frog and Goat

Friday night I asked the better-half if he could make me a side car with the juice from half a tangerine. Yes, we had half a tangerine in the house, go figure. Boy howdy, that’s a good drink.

Last night we enjoyed them with the juice from tangelos:

I may have a new favorite drink.

After taking a bunch of brush to the landfill, the better-half said he was going to his favorite flower shop. Nothing says romance like rolling to the dump on Valentine’s. I was a little more excited than was necessary. And the flowers are very pretty:

We made Steak Diane, asparagus and roasted potatoes with a mushroom purée. Oh yeah!

A pretty good Saturday and a pretty good way to spend Valentine’s.

First there was the stare down contest in which the rules changed so rapidly, I forgot what we were playing. Then, the worst thing ever during I Spy. I spy something gray. There were too many giggles so I knew the answer was my hair.

Now I’m at home weeping into my keyboard.

See…it did make it into a post.

So, our leaves still sit in the street. One day my prince leaf truck will come. New mega recycle bins were doled out today and we did not get one. I’m a little sad because we are recycling fiends. Oh well, next round of bins will surely correct that. Or, there is something about our side of the street that is cursed–mountains of leaves and no new recycle bins.

This morning, at 4am, there was a noise in the kitchen best described as 4 wind chimes being thrown on a concrete pad. The culprit was in our bedroom faster than you can say “wha?”. The better-half channeled his grandmother and said “what in the world”–that phrase tickles me to no end–and then we went downstairs to see some items on the floor (the noise was likely my travel coffee mug) and other things strewn about the counter. The faucet was on. The faucet, people, was on.

We turned off the faucet and went back to bed.