The Bar Incident

And now the explanation on why there was fishing line in the lemon bars I made.

I decided that I needed something to brighten my office for Christmas last month.     I found some colorful unbreakable balls to hang on a branch.   I wanted the balls to look like they were floating from the branch so I made hangers for them from fishing line.  I wish I would have taken a picture,  it was cute.

I tied the hangers on the balls while I sat in front of the TV watching a football game.  I snipped off the ends of the fishing line ties into a bowl.

I brought the bowl upstairs and set it on the kitchen island.   Later when the dishwasher was emptied, the bowl with the fishing line pieces was put into the cupboard with the rest of the clean dishes.  When I made the lemon bars, I didn’t notice the many fishing line pieces in the bowl and mixed them into the bars. 

Bar incidents can be very embarrassing.

The Problem with the Lemon Bars

Jay tells me it’s entertaining being married to me;  it very well may be.  I’m not so sure.   I just assume goofy conversations and the things that lead up to them happen in every relationship.  

Right?

A couple weeks ago Jay and I had the following conversation which he documented on Facebook:

Jay: Yay! Lemon bars!
Mary: Do you have fishing line in yours?
Jay: Am I SUPPOSED to have fishing line in my lemon bar?
Mary: Never mind.
Jay: No, seriously, why would you ask me that? Is there fishing line in YOUR lemon bar?
Mary: I don't want to talk about it...

There did end up being quite a few pieces of fishing line in the lemon bars.  I threw them out. 

Snow Blowing Fashion

So,  today before I went out to snow blowing through the 800 foot tall snowdrift at the end of my driveway,  I started thinking how I could write that I made a mistake in a previous blog post when I said that snow blowing is fun.














Except I didn’t.    I’ve spent a many hours snow blowing in the last two days. Shockingly, I’m really enjoying it.      

   What can I say, I was born with the gift of happiness.

I loved seeing that giant mountain of snow dissolve into mist in the air.    
There is plenty of time to think when you are snow blowing; it takes a long time to demolish 800 feet tall drifts.  I started thinking that if I was going to have to do this more often I should get my own snow blowing clothes rather than borrow my husband’s ugly baby-poop colored, but oh-so-warm, Carhartt overalls.   I wondered if they came in black. (they do – I Googled)   Black would look much better on me, it’s slimming.    Black  Carhartts would also match the new hat and mittens I bought for snow blowing.

I took a picture of them to show off  how cute they are close up.  The falling snow tends to obscure their brightness as it covers me.

Then I started wondering if my oh-so-warm but monstrous and ugly Sorel boots come in another color.   I’d love for them to look more like my rubber boots. 

I wore these boots with wool socks on Thursday night to help dig my daughter’s car when it was stuck in a drift.   She was wearing my Sorel boots.  I wasn’t out in the blizzard too long but my feet stayed warm  and dry.   Both neighbors complimented me on my boots;  I might be on to something.     Or they may just think I’m crazy.