So that's on my to-do list of life goals, learn to cook. But I've learned to stay away from the category of fried foods.
In spite of my cooking struggles, I had a very pleasant afternoon. On the way home from work, I found a really cute used bookstore. I spent a few minutes poking around in there and walked out with three new books. I realized the other day that I haven't read any books since I've been here, something I'm not okay with since reading is always a priority for me during the summertime. So last night after cajoling some of the Robbies into eating my fried okra, I curled up on the couch with my newly acquired copy of The Da Vinci Code, which I'll be absorbed in for the next few days.
I love used bookstores |
On, Missy. How thoroughly disappointing it is to sit here, late at night, secretly waiting with excitement to continue to spend my summer vicariously through you, only to find a re-run of earlier times! I quietly slip from bed, light a candle so that Jimmie will not wake, curl up in the corner of the closet, and open my iPad to continue my adventure only to find that it has come to a sudden and indefinite stop with fried okra. My mind wanders to pole dancing and the like and dream of becoming world famous. I see my new tv show on the food network, taking over as the new queen of southern cooking, only to be jolted back into the real world. So I tip back and slip into bed hoping that my journey will continue tomorrow night.
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