Oui oui. Je ne c’est quois. Escargot.
Two years of French. Can you tell?
Potluck time. Cause I need me some easy, make-someone else do all the work, I just offer up potato salad kinda night.
‘Cepting I can’t help but notice that I’m sitting here doing all typing.
I just seem to attract the wrong kinda crowd.
Alright, let’s get started shall we?
The great unmentionables of blog searches for this blog has surfaced again. I am being stalked. Cursed. The script of the HGTV star follows me still.
Also this week: Potluck illegal Minnesota.
Now, I know I made a joke about potlucks being illegal in Minnesota, but really, I was joking. But it seems that someone is truly trying to suss out the legality of bringing-food-t0-share soirees in the Land of 1000 Lakes. Which, I was assured, is perfectly above board and no warrants should ensue.
Happy to be of service.
AN ALARM CLOCK CAN BE TURNED OFF ON WEEKENDS.
THAT IS THE ONLY WAY TO TELL.
That is all.
(See? I try and I try and I just can’t pull “y’all” off.)
This week’s reader points go to Stacey at Havoc and Mayhem for suggesting that the way to keep my hydrangeas blue and prevent them from turning pink was aluminum hats to keep out secret government rays. It may not be the most practical approach to the pink hydrangea problem, but it speaks to the inner sci-fi geek in me. So for this X-Files worthy suggestion, Stacey gets +6 Martha Points.
FINALLY! Something to share here! Five workouts: two runs, one ellip, one bike and one swim.
None of these are currently being done at race distances.
Which is something I really do plan on taking care of before September 12th.
Which, incidentally, is when the race is.
Okay campers, it’s been a blast. Please don’t leave any food over here. I will eat it. Then I will be the size of a house and you’ll have that on your conscience so really I’m only thinking of you.
As I always, always do.
So hop back over to Holly’s place and continue the Monday Potluck at June Cleaver Nirvana!