For reasons that are a mystery, “potluck” in my mind equates with “picnic,” and whenever I hear it, I imagine being outdoors, barbecuing.
I have no reason for this. I have no reason for many things. For instance, why do I hate for fuzzy things to touch my feet when I’m sleeping? I have no reason, I just do.
For this reason, I come with an instruction manual. Which comes with its own wheelbarrow.
So here’s Monday’s Potluck. joyously linked to TexasHolly’s Potluck over at Potluck Nirvana! Wait, no, I mean June Cleaver Nirvana!
Let’s see what our first course is.
So what did Google decide for traffic diversion this week? “Epic crying poem,” is tucked in there. Which makes me think of “The Crying Game,” and that was epic enough, thank you very much. Also “Candice Olson’s handwriting” is BACK. And now I’m worried that I’m creating some sort of search-string-temporal-causality loop whereby the fact that I’ve mentioned it TWICE means that all people on the planet now desperately in search of information about the HGTV star’s penmanship will be directed here instead of where they meant to go. Although I don’t have the FOGGIEST clue where that could possibly be.
Points for You!
Without a doubt, the winners of this weeks honorary Martha Points are Liz, from A Belle, A Bean and a Chicago Dog, and Laura, from Time to Make the Brownies. Anyone who would don sexy dresses, aprons and kitchen gear just to take a silly photo so I could write a funny blogpost about an imaginary mug-war deserves points, kudos and I’m-not-worthies up the wazoo. So Liz and Laura both get +25 points for their outrageously good humors and Dedication to the Cause. (I feel compelled to mention that I’ve never awarded myself +25 points for anything.)
The Evil Done by Cats:
This week The Evil Done By Cats will be brought to you in illustrated format.
At two o’clock in the morning, the cats will typically decide that the “Throttle the Fake Dead Mice to Death” game MUST be played against our bedroom door. Because all other places in our 2000 square foot house are absolutely inappropriate.
And for dessert, Triathlon Training Update:
Three actual workouts occurred this week, two runs and an ellip. (This is what my husband and I call an elliptical workout, because “elliptical workout” is too damn long a phrase after one has done one.) I’ll need to work up to 5-6 workouts per week by the beginning of August. I will be cranky then.
Alrighty then folks. Thanks for coming. Everyone have their respective tupperware? Cause it’s finder’s keepers around here. There’s a reason none of my dishware matches.
Hop back over to TexasHolly’s place to carry on the bloghop!