The world is thawing out, and the streets are alive with the sound of car tires hitting sand and kitty litter. Yes, as my daddy would say "you learn somethin' new every day" - kitty litter is awesome at melting snow and ice. Who knew. Obviously not me. I'm not rushing out to buy it, but next time I hear we might get ice I definitely will make the investment.
Michael and I made it to Sunday School, and didn't crash into anyone in the parking lot. Most of it was very clear but there was still some ice around. Mike's tennis coach was out there spreading around the kitty litter [his wife is the senior warden, a/k/a The Big Cheese amongst the laypeople for you non-Episcopalians] and he's the one who told me about its magical properties. He grew up in Virginia, where they actually get snow more than once a year for 10 minutes.
Late this afternoon, Alesia went over to spend the night with her friend Katie, and Mike has Colton over here to spend the night. They have been in Mike's room for hours playing games, only coming out long enough to eat some pizza.
I got a huge kick out of reading my buddy Judy's blog about her adventure at a tony new restaurant in L.A. I hate crowded restaurants that serve what I call foo-foo food - you know, the tiny pile of food in the center of the plate, about 4 bites worth and it costs $25. I went on the Eveleigh website and was amused to see the menu. I don't believe I've ever seen "pork belly" on any menu, anywhere, and frankly it's enough to make me a vegetarian. Then again, I think bacon is made form pork belly, and I love bacon... hmmm... Guess it was too ordinary to say "bacon and grits" so they said "pork belly and polenta".. The squid comes with "fall leaves" - um, hell to the NO, I don't want any leaves on the plate. What kind of wackiness is that?!
The desserts don't even tempt me. The chocolate cake is "warm bitter-chocolate cake." Ick.
My daughter is going through a phase where she thinks I am a total idiot and she is all-wise and all-knowing. Needless to say, I am having to constantly bite my tongue. I asked her today in the grocery store if she wanted to buy some Little Debbie Swiss Rolls for snacks, as I know she loves them. She picked up the box and then threw it back on the display "Well, I like these, but why bother buying them? They wouldn't last," she said, sneering at me, like I would of course eat them all within 5 minutes of getting home. I think I have eaten a total of two Swiss Rolls in the past 5 years. (Oatmeal pies are another story.)
Then again, if I had to choose between "warm bitter chocolate cake" and a Little Debbie Swiss Roll, guess what I'd choose?!
Overall, she has been pretty civil during the week of snow confinement, but every once in a while she lets fly some little comment like that and I have to refrain from slapping her. I don't want to hurt my hand...
