shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sweets A few of the freshly-baked cookies won't fit on the cooling rack. Hmmmm...better eat 'em. Yeah, that's what I'll do. No other option, is there? The numbskull from next door is mowing like a madman, despite the fact that it's getting dark, and it's past the proper mowing hour. AND he's leaving major clumpage. Grass is too long, and he mows without any rhyme or reason. Just weird swooping loops. This annoys us. Could be we need to get a life. We had two noisy Father's Day dinners this weekend...one last night, and one this afternoon. Kids yapping, hitting, and whining all over the place. When my mother asked Fred if he wanted anything else last night (meaning food), he said, "Earplugs." It was nice to get home, set up our chairs in the driveway, and lounge in the breezy sunshine. I almost dozed off. Ahhhhhhh. Dinner tonight will be strawberry shortcake. We ate enough "real food" at lunch to hold us for the day. We have LOADS of fresh strawberries to finish, having picked about 16 quarts early last week. Every year we go overboard. The tradition continues. Soooo...it's "Six Feet Under" and strawberry shortcake (AND a warm cookie). Sweet. 7:46 p.m. - 2004-06-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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