I was getting record hits--into the teens--on my last few posts, and then I had to go and post a recipe! I'll never do that again. Thanks for your token comment forecast. I guess in your case that chicken would really be "to die for." Sorry for the sick humor. But definitely try the limeaid.
I just realized that my blog is over a year old. So, Nomad, here is a happy belated birthday wish! I can hardly believe how well I've kept up with this when I've gotten to be such a shockingly poor journal writer in recent years.
I didn't have much to post on today, but here is a picture of Scallywag's missing teeth. What happened to my little boy!? We meet his teacher on Thursday and then next Tuesday he'll be at school every day. Why do the years always seem so much longer when we look forward than when we look back? Hmm . . . any ideas?
As long as I'm posting about nothing in particular, I will tell you about the weather. Upper 60's, lower 70's. A cool breeze from the North. It must be from the North, it has a definite bite to it. Today is like a perfect spring day. I wish we had a kite. I sense the beginning of Autumn in the air; it is the time of year I feel the greatest sense of change, probably because of the school thing. The year never seems old to me in December, but in late August. Nothing says "change is imminent" like thoughts of school supplies, cool nights and orange leaves. This year especially. I'm embarking on an entirely new adventure this year. What will the year hold in store for us?