I was rudely awoken this morning by two blasts on the doorbell by the yard man. They had come to do the last mow of the season and he wanted to let me know. Um, okay? I don't give a shit! Especially so early in the morning. That's what I thought, but instead I politely said, "Okay, thank you," through the crack in the door.
But then I remembered that my bra, Eli's favorite new toy (remember that?), was laying in the grass in the backyard. Yes, he's still carrying it around. I hurriedly got dressed and ran outside to retrieve it before the yard crew got back there. Whew! Awkward situation avoided. Although, I'd love to have seen the face on one of those men when he came across it and pick it up so he could mow the grass.
Then I came in and fed the dogs, did a little clean-up in the kitchen, as always, and got my first cup of coffee. As I put the creamer away in the fridge, I spied the lovely raspberries I had bought two days ago. My mouth instantly started watering. "I'm going to have these for breakfast!" I said out loud to the dogs. "Mmm...fresh raspberries! Cool and tart and refreshing!" Eli hung on every word. Sammi may have opened one eye to see what I was yammering about now, but I'm pretty sure she just ignored me. Fletcher said, "Do they taste like meat, Momma?"
I turned on the cold water to give them a quick rinse, got out my strainer, and dumped the beautiful raspberries inside...
THEY WERE MOLDED ON THE BOTTOM! Gah.
Sorely disappointed, I dumped them down the drain and turned on the garbage disposal. "Goodbye sweet raspberries! I'll just eat some dirt instead," I said a little too dramatically.