Friday Flotsam

Friiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeedeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuhhhhhhh. (<–just going for high-level annoyance right now)

So this is the thing: I had a bunch of little ideas pop into my head this week of things to discuss today, but I wrote none of it down. Thinking, “Ohhhh I’ll remember that Friday morning at 5:25am. No problem.”

Idiot.

I have no idea what we are going to talk about today.

I’ll say this, one was an unpopular opinion! (not butter boards, you know my stance on that) But it was something very popular right now and it makes me cringe every time I come across it.

WAIT – I REMEMBER. You are going to hate me. Voice overlay on cooking videos. Can’t stand it. I know it has a purpose, but if I hear “Let’s make my….” one more time I’m throwing my phone in the toilet. It’s so much clutter to me. But I’m old. A very fun old! Right?

Hello?

Thing is, I love voices. Following voice actors on IG is my favorite thing. Impressions, impersonations, yadda yadda. The best. Just don’t put it over something you’re cooking. Stop.

I’m in a great mood, why do you ask?!

I think Nat’s ready to get her ears pierced.

I’ve told her since she was a weeeee thing that it’s a big responsibility and she’ll have to take really good care of her ear holes so that larva doesn’t grow into maggots and hatch babies on her face in the night. Remember, I was twenty years old when I got mine pierced. You already know this story. I still owe you a photo of ’90s Bev in an Abilene Texas WALMART hahaha during a torrential storm with her college gals. (sorry for the third-person nonsense just now.)

She’s ready. She keeps saying at night before bed, “Mom, I can do it. I’m ready for this. Maybe when I turn nine.” Nine! That sounds great to me. Nine I can do. Will overheard one night so I looked at him and said, “Will, she’s thinking for her birthday she’ll get her ears pierced. Isn’t that great? We’ll get your nose pierced that day, too, to make it even.”

His face. He shook his little blond head, “No. Mom, no.”

I’m KIDDING, Will. Geez, what kind of psycho punk mom do you think I am?

. . . We’ll get his eyebrow pierced.

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOLL-AH!: Are any of you following Swift’s Midnight Mayhem with Me on IG? I love the whole vintage game show vibe she’s got going. The dark wood tones, the mustard orange and rust tones in her clothing. Obsessed.

What do you think the style of this album is going to be? A sister to Folklore and Evermore, or something completely different? Only my Swifties will care about this section. WHERE YOU AT. (<–sorry)

Look! ^^^ Yesterday on one of my walks I spotted this fleabane. Remember when we were talking about it a few weeks ago? ANNA, LOOK^^^^. This is what I want in my garden next year all along the fence. Wild and whispery and whimsical (sorry, Lacy). But I want different colors. The pretty lavender shades, the blush pinks, all of it. That’s all I had to say about that.

Weekend plans?

It’s going to be only 58 today! I’ve deemed it “cozy night do not mess with me” once the kids get home from school. Chili on the stove, our first cracking fire (wood got delivered this week!), pajamas on early, a good spooky movie (I’ll take suggestions!) and a deep red wine (not to be confused with deep red bells). We also have spring bulbs to get in the ground tomorrow (now’s the time!), and Diane Keaton appreciate night with my girl Anna. We’re having a snack plate for dinner (I’m making more bread art!), picking a stellar Keaton movie and soaking up her fabulousness. It’s the only way. I might even wear a hat.

From this weeeeeeeek: Your mixtape! The coziest October tunes, bruh. And then the Focaccia Bread Art! Seriously cannot believe how quiet you all are after last week’s poll. Give that some love, already! And then make the bread.

Tell me what’s for dinner tonight.