Frog and Goat

You would think on such a big day that I’d have something to say. Something about a fresh new slate, resolutions, hope for peace, blah, blah, blah (maybe gawker was right).

Unfortunately, I have not a thing in my head other than the thought that I’ve gone a whole day without Chex Mix and I’m feeling a little woozy.

This morning I woke up around 6 am and then the better-half woke up too. He said if I went ahead and took my shower that he’d get up right after that and we could stop at Aunt Sarah’s on the way to work. Breakfast at Aunt Sarah’s is quite a treat and today was no exception. The food was good and the waiter cracked us up with a story.

The Aunt Sarah’s is across the street from a DMV and this being the last day of the year lots of people had business to attend to at DMV. There was a line into the parking lot before the doors opened at 8am. We were staring at the line and saying things like “dude you should use the phone line or dude you should use the website or dude I’d never stand in line outside at DMV”–actually I don’t think we said dude once. The waiter noticed that we were staring and made a crack about they must be selling concert tickets over there. Then he cracked us up even more with something that happened there a couple of years ago. One of the customer service women liked to make-up herself to the nines. He actually flailed his hands around his face to show how made up she was. One of his friends went over to DMV to renew her license and the make-up woman gave her a hard time and said something about “the lord giveth and DMV taketh”. The friend said to the make-up customer service woman “you have a nasty attitude” and grabbed her purse and turned to walk away. Then the friend turned and hollered back “and you look like a drag queen”. The waiter said everyone in all the lines cracked up and so did we.

The house is pretty darn clean right now and that is news worthy of posting. I can’t promise that it will look good in 15 minutes but right now it nearly sparkles. This is what happens when we have people over. We scramble with the dust rag, vacuum and mop and then look quickly about the house to revel in the clean. Living in the woods and having 2 cats means that the clean won’t last. Take a step outside and something will get stuck to your shoe and then you will bring it into the house–guaranteed.

The house also smells lovely with the crock-pot simmering. I’m about to fry some bacon to drop into the green beans (yes, I know I should use a hock–but I don’t have a hock) so the splendid smell should just get better.