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I desperately want a house. NOW. (I know, I know - it's going to take time, effort, and there will be lots of compromises. I know all the real-world parts. The exhausted 4-year old in me just WANTS right now, though, in parallel to the preparation and responsible grownup working towards said house.) The 4-yo is trying not to obsess about this house.
I really, really want to have a grille-fest on Monday. I want to make all of my favorites that i haven't had since last summer, but that requires people to come and help eat it. I want to make basque chicken wings, scallops with proscuitto, spicy new potatoes, asparagus with parmesan, artichokes with lemon and butter, filet grilled over rosemary branches with point reyes blue butter, toast, veggies, tofu in peanut sauce. But i won't know if i have Monday off until Friday, and i fear that Friday afternoon notice won't garner me any guests. I know it's late notice. :/
Work sucks right now. Having the pub close by is a big help.
I want to try infusing JD with peaches this summer, in addition to the usual jar of cherry-infused JD.
If i don't take care of my chores and my Avon walk stuff this weekend, someone smack me down hard. (Laundry. General cleaning. New shoes. Thank you notes. Final solicitations. TRAINING WALKS.)