Airing out

I survived another week, and am here to tell about it. Right along with all the other Mommies in the trenches that enjoy a good "Not Me" hosted by McMamma. Feel free to do one yourself. You might never know how refreshing it can be to air out your dirty laundry [Not that I ever have stacks of dirty laundry that could use some airing, or, er washing... or anything...]

Speaking of which, I did NOT have towers of CLEAN, FOLDED laundry sitting on the floor near the dryer ALL WEEK. And as I did more laundry, I did not simply keep folding them and turned my towers into SKYSCRAPERS. And, I certainly didn't just tell everyone to get dressed from those piles, in a hope to have less to put away. And, this was not working fabulously until the hubby decided to take something from the bottom of his stack and caused a laundry domino effect.

I did not drive far into the boonies to go pick blueberries just to be faced with a closed sign [closed for one week for ripening.] And if I did, there is no way that we got out of the car and picked a few handfuls of ripe berries for the car ride home [After all, the sign says the berries weren't ripe.]

I did not nearly take my pinkie finger off with a knife while trying to thinly slice eggplant. But if I did, it would have been totally worth it, because the Eggplant Parmesan was awesome. I mean, if it went down that way.

When making the birthday cake for my Grandma's 85th birthday, I would not have let my daughter lick the frosting knife and keep using it to decorate the cake. That would be unsanitary. [To be totally fair, I didn't quite LET her... I CAUGHT her in the act once it was too late... and the cake was about 99% decorated, so I let it go. And got a new knife.]