Friday Flotsam

Frrrrrrrrrrrrrieeeeediiiieeeeaaaaayyyyyyaaaahhhhhhh.

I’m mildly embarrassed but also obsessed to announce that my family is currently in love with chocolate pudding. As in, boxed chocolate pudding. The little boxes, ya know?

Not the little boxes on the hillside made of ticky-tacky and they all look just the same. Not those.

But the kind of little boxes where you pour the little chemical packet into a bowl, add two cups of milk, stir it together and stick it in the fridge to harden. That kind.

THIS IS THE THING THOUGH. Gen Xers, you’ll feel me on this. When I was a child my family was equally obsessed with pudding from the little boxes, but pistachio. Bahahahahah! My mom would scoop the pistachio pudding into green dimpled goblets (you know the kind) to congeal in the fridge. And I’m telling you, the joy that I felt when I opened the fridge door in my little satin nightgown to find the glowing green goblets waiting for me after bath time – irreplaceable. I’ll never know another joy like it.

I had Aaron buy the pistachio pudding the other night so I could relive the experience and my kids nearly barfed. Haha! I do feel like the green is slightly more neon these days, and the pistachio chunks are more reminiscent to chihuahua teeth, but we churn on, you guys.

We churn on.

Have any of you ever heard of the Blarney Stone Kiss? Aren’t those words just glorious back to back? Blarney Stone Kiss. It’s like – dinosaur meets rock band. So confusing. So wonderful.

I’d never heard of this phenomenon until I did Connections earlier this week, and the connection was “things that involve a kiss.” BLARNEY STONE KISS. So I sprinted to google and clicked on images. Look at this! What is even happening! (I just pasted the link to ALL the upside down kissing photos.) Apparently if you lean over BACKWARD and kiss the stone over a dangerous drop (assisted by staff), you’ll be bestowed the gift of gab, wit and charm. Hahahahaha! I love it so much. Now I need to get over to Ireland and get to bendin’.

Funnily enough, the book I’m about to finish also takes place in Ireland. Isn’t that weird? (Book Tasting episode coming later today on it!)

What I’m trying to say is that it all has me missing Dolores O’Riordan from the Cranberries and I will be playing them for the rest of the day and I WILL let it linger.

I feel great, why do you ask?

Okay, who’s watching Love Story?

(I just felt the tsunami of widened eyes and fingers rushing to comment.)

I plan to tonight! I’m dying to watch. The subject matter alone, yes. All the yes. But the way it’s filmed is perfection. That slightly soft texture. Nothing overly crisp. (besides Carolyn’s white button downs.) I remember really looking up to her style back in the ’90s. She was 10 years older than I was, so during that era in the ’90s I was slightly more grunge. I had the hair flip down, but I took notes on the black turtlenecks. Oh, I took notes.

Tell me your knee-jerk thoughts on the show!

And I’ll put this here because I’m so curious to know if anyone feels the same. Don’t you think the actress who plays Carolyn Bessette looks like Heather Armstrong of Dooce? (RIP, Heather.) Their bone structure is so strikingly similar, it is wild to me. Do you see it? Tell me if you see it!

Okay I’m watching tonight. Will report back.

Weekend plans? It’s going to be stuuuuunning here. 75 today, 68 tomorrow and . . . well, cold and rainy on Sunday. But we’ll focus on today! We have a bit of soccer and a girl scouts cookie booth, a Variety Show meeting (it’s that time again! Our LAST year hallelujah.) and a fun Mom Night where we bring all the junk we don’t want and trade it with each other. Should be . . . interesting.

I did post some Chicken and Bean Quesadillas on Tuesday that you’ll need to slide into your dinner plans this weekend. A video to get you going!

Also if you got my little boxes reference, we were meant for each other.