~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
Every Thursday, here at Like Mother, Like Daughter!
Every Thursday, here at Like Mother, Like Daughter!
{pretty}
A couple of weeks ago, The Quack* called to say that he was on his way home--at about 3:30 p.m. Excitement! Add that to the fact that it was one of the very first days under 90 degrees in the D.C. area, and you get an impromptu picnic on the waterfront!
(It was a lovely evening, even though we couldn't find a single place in Georgetown to get a milkshake. About twenty-five places for cupcakes, but no milkshakes. Are you crazy, Georgetown? Milkshakes are about one thousand times more worthy of consumption than cupcakes!)
{happy}
This Sunday, before Mass, I noticed that a rack of ribs had been taken out of the freezer and put in the sink to defrost. This immediately made me happy, because the Quack makes some tasty ribs.
I made the BBQ sauce and the sides: roasted potatoes, roasted broccoli and mushrooms, and bread.
He wanted you all to know that we also had leftovers for dinner tonight. Leftovers make him very happy.
{funny}
We took a trip down to Charlottesville this summer. An absolutely beautiful area, but one that seems to confuse nationalities a fair amount. This truck is the only example that we got a picture of, but there were quite a few businesses and eateries with names along the lines of "Szechuan Cantina" and "Mario's Chinese Dumplings." Is this on purpose?
I don't know, but it tickled our funny bones.
{real}
I will entitle this section "Apartment Life."
How dare you turn the oven up that high??
This darn thing is situated far too close to the kitchen. This week, due to a very small amount of juice from the ribs that dripped onto the oven floor and that I subsequently cleaned up completely, the alarm has gone off EVERY SINGLE TIME I've turned the oven on.
This is the stuff I gathered together in order to do the laundry yesterday. My plan was to drop the laundry off, run up to the grocery store, come back and switch the laundry, do a few chores here, get the laundry out, and then go on with some bigger errands I needed to run.
I hauled it all down to the basement; all the machines were full. It threw off my entire day! Sigh.
*I asked my husband what he wanted to be called on the blog. His first reaction was apathy. Then he suggested the Quack. He's in his first year of medical residency, so maybe Quack in Training would be more appropriate, but also a little long. Then we veered into just a random nickname (El Liberace). I figured I'd stick with the Quack.
