OK...life isn't always perfect. My kids ate what was served to them, right? Where did this intensely picky generation of my family come from? These two boys are killing me. Beautiful blueberry buttermilk muffins with streusel topping right out of the oven: "I don't like blueberries." Bacon, organic fresh cheese, tortilla roll ups: "Eewwww. Burritos?" A side bowl of fresh cherries, "He's BLEEEEEDING!" Last night, grass fed beef meatloaf with grated zucchini, carrots and cheese: I don't like the way this feels in my mouth." So just this minute, I snapped at them, "KITCHEN'S CLOSED! I'm not cooking anymore, we're eating take-out for the next 4 weeks!" (Not quite that loud...more just frustrated level...but there's no such thing as middle case letters.)
Last night's wild electrical storm left Busha needing some nature today. Probably the boys too. :) The wind came up suddenly and strongly, so intense that the potted flowers on the windowsill crashed to the gound. This photo was taken mid-afternoon. Look how dark it is!
We all were lying on my bed in the dark watching the light show. The street down below was flooded. The trees were whipping about. I truly was afraid it was the outskirts of a tornado!
So, this morning: Heeeeeeeeelp.........Calgon take me away!
And here you see our peace offering we are taking to the neighbor downstairs, who has so graciously put up with our additional noise. I sure hope blueberry muffins feel OK in her mouth.