The dog is pacing between the two front parlors, ever vigilant, sounding the alert for every passing churchgoer.
Each and every passing churchgoer.
There is no sleeping late chez Kellypuffs on Sunday mornings.
We’ve just attempted a batch of oatmeal pancakes (Quaker Oatmeal Pancake Mix), which were surprisingly good. I’m not a big fan of whole grains. Himself once proudly presented me with his signature organic, free-range, cage-free, whole wheat pancakes which were …. er… umm…. HEARTY. That’s what they were, they were hearty.
But my disdain for whole grains does NOT extend to oatmeal, which I quite like, to the point that I have been known to indulge in the occasional bowl of oatmeal, albeit with gallons of maple syrup. So I had high hopes for the oatmeal pancakes and they did not disappoint. Very nice.
I’m busily wielding scissors, paper and poster tape for a DIY project on the china cabinets. (Pictures to come.)
Himself is at the computer, searching for the location of 4 very specific bars of Beethoven in his collection of symphonies.
“I’m just going to go ahead and skip the major ones.”, he mutters to himself.
I shoot back, “Your MOM skips the major ones.”
I’m helpful like that.