I've been busy baking bread and finely tuning my feces removal skills lately, neither of which I thought anyone would find interesting.
Bubbles Percival Sniffenbottom, Esq. and the kitties are finally starting to make headway in the Interspecies Peace Negotiations, which is nice. The feline faction has agreed to once again participate in non basement-related activities, provided that the canine faction stops farting in their cat beds.
Beyond that- I'm working, riding my bike (Dirk, the fast blue one) everywhere I can, cooking, gardening, shopping, perfecting a cure for both underboob and upper lip sweat involving a distillation of bat urine and gatorade, having bloodies and wine with friends, walking the dog whilst simeltaneously trying to avoid creepy male neighbors walking dogs of their own who use the dogs as flirtation devices (one guy asked in a greasy, "his version of sexy" manner- "Does your doggy have a daddy?"), and your basic, run-of-the-mill sloth and lounging.
So far, a pretty good summer.
Oh, and I organized my purses. I got rid of 12-15 of them (going into the rummage sale pile), so I'm down to about 45, give or take a few. This is down from my all-time high of 90-100, so either I pat myself on the back or I go shopping for more. I vote shopping.
I also organized, polished and pulled various jewelery items for the rummage sale. I also realized I have WAY too much jewelery. Two huge boxes and about 5 other various containers full of stuff. some new, some vintage, some cheap, some not.
I'm pretty sure I could outfit a medium-sized County Fair Pageant with all of the (mostly) vintage sparklies I've collected over the years:
I never wear this stuff, yet I can't bear to part with most of it. And this is only ONE jewelery box, people. The other one is all non-rhinestone-related stuff.
I have a problem, I think.
I've also been making a lot of salads lately- this is a simple one with butter lettuce, heirloom tomatoes (YAY!), goat cheese and a simple sherry vinaigrette. Pretty much perfect:
That's all I've got for now, I'll leave you with the cutest 19 seconds you'll spend today (ignore my gracefullness at the end where I can't turn the camera off):
Happy Monday, my little snoring blobs of sparkly goodness. Happy Monday.