it is your birthday

There are few things better in this life than a piece of hot toast with peanut butter and honey and a bowl of crispity crunchity grapes. If a grape has even the slightest bit of give I will not eat it, I WILL NOT! Crunchy grapes are where it's at. This morning I am enjoying both the toast with pb&h and crunchy grapes, grapes I bought at my new favorite Wal-Mart (yes I said WAl-MART) for only .87 cents a pound, bargain! But Kalli, you say in shock, aren't you a sworn enemy of the Wal-Marts and loyal only to Target, the motherland? To this I answer yes and no. I am a loyalist of the Motherland, always will be. Except I am on a financial fast and that means I'm not allowed to step foot inside that place unless I have a specific directive like "buy Target brand onesies for your son who weighs as much as a baby elephant and has outgrown everything in his wardrobe". That I can do. Everything else is a no go. I can't even get a whiff of that place without my knees buckling in anticipation of the clothing isle. Did you see the new summer dresses in jersey knit? They're so long, so boho, so lovely. Except I remember that I already have two from last summer's great gestation of '08 which are new to me since I get to wear them sans giant belly this time.

See, when God closes an automatic Target door, he opens a window to my closet that is already full. And there is your deep thought for the day. Carry on.

Thursdays are good days. I like Thursdays. During the winter Thursday means good shows are on the telly. Year round it means that the next day is Friday and then it's the weekend, all good things in my book. The Nub was born on a Wednesday which means he turns 1 on a Thursday this year. Craaaazy! Today it means my shorter half is having a birthday, I am attempting my mother-in-law's Czech (or something or the other) recipe for goulash, and we will be having dessert and special times together. I love special times, don't you?

so happy birthday plobster
you only turn 33 on a Thursday once
mwah!