Lemon bars aren’t as good when I make them. They are so much better in my head. It says “Lemon Bars of Disappointment” at the top of my recipe card. I keep making them. I think that’s a testament to how good they are in my head.
My enthusiastic YW leader just sent out a text asking if anyone would like to meet at her house at 9am (on a Sat) to make a Chinese dragon. Like, for real size. Two Beths are warring (one r or two?) in opposition in my head. I’m going, I’m bringing paper plates, wire, and spray paint, but I did sigh about it.
Since around age 45, I can’t remember how to take my pants off while standing up. Balance seems fine, but those feet just don’t want to hover quite as high for quite as long so I can work the pant leg around my foot before I fall over..with my legs shackled by said pant leg. This might be my major motivation for embracing the wide pant leg trend. Socks are right out.
If a friend leaves unopened snacks in your car after a hike (where they were sharing snacks with you), do you eat them or give them back? What if they are GOOD snacks, liiiike, hypothetically, freeze dried strawberries from Trader Joes?
Speaking of the hike, the high water mark at big pools is beyond epic. I have been kicking myself for not driving up there when everything was flooding. HIGH, you guys. The water is now FIVE (5!) feet lower. I know some of you think I'm exaggerating, but I have already adjusted myself for inflation (I wrote 10 originally). The downstream side of the swim hole is like an infinity pool.. just pouring out flat, not in a stream. SO. Much. Water. The tree you climb around (between it and the cliff face) to get to the rope is gone. I also saw a HUGE salamander. So glad to see my callow attempts to personally wipe out their species failed.
There is some paperwork that I need to fill out and assemble copies of documents and submit before a certain deadline and I CANT MAKE MYSELF DO IT. Like a bureaucracy force field. All other bills and adulting are proceeding normally. I even take the folder with me to work and give it sidelong glances while I eat my lunch. It’s not happening.
I totally had a “Put me in Coach!” moment when, at the PTA meeting, they were talking about how hard it was to find people to dunk in the dunk tank for the big Carnival in April. For obvious reasons (and it’s on my bucket list), I said I would do it. The board all looked at each other and the president got a nudge from someone, pointed at me, and mouthed “Ask her now!”. She smiled shyly, said they had something else in mind for me… and asked if I wouldn’t mind making some money for the library by DJING THE WHOLE CARNIVALL!! They would pay the library $200 and save quite a bit of money from not hiring the same ‘ol DJ from the other years. The freakin Webster Elementary Spring carnival! I sat in the parking lot right after the meeting and started a play list. I vote this is a musicfest theme (Carnival groove music).. sometime before April..
Today I had a little kid ask me if I had a book “about wabbits…with waffles?”.
I just said no.
