Summer decided to bake a loaf of bread with peanut butter things in it – this is the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, after all. I am not certain if she had a real recipe for it or not, but with a lot of time left to bake, the loaf pushed the lid up and she “pushed it back down.” When the cycle was mercifully done, Der Bingle remarked that it looked like a mushroom cloud . . . or did he just say mushroom. I can’t remember; maybe the disaster theme was influencing my hearing.
I have had sort of a witless week in which I have not prepared for Christmas Day, although I have mentioned it. That means I am announcing it is going to be very low-key in an attempt to disguise my lack of focus with a “laid back” theme of relaxing good will. But everyone here knows me and understands Grandma’s motto is Semantics is my friend, and realizes the truth of the matter is that my inner elf was lazy.

Oddly enough, however, I always seem to have energy for conniving and while typing this. have started to think about buying some fancy bread and sticking it in the bread machine early Christmas morning before anyone gets up.
I’m incorrigible, dontcha know.