Random pictures from my phone, as if anyone in the whole world even remotely cares, but that’s certainly never stopped me from sharing before:

I fell in love with these sandals last week when I was in the Steinmarts. Since I sometimes lack confidence in my sandal-related choices, I took a picture and texted it to Melanie to make sure that they were in fact cute. Mel affirmed my choice, but alas, it was all for naught: they were fresh out of 9s.

It is, quite simply, brilliant. Ten or fifteen flavors of self-serve yogurt along the right wall. At least fifty toppings along the left wall. A veritable mountain of yogurt-related possibilities. Make no mistake: Yogurt Mountain will change your life.

This is the second picture I took of Merritt after we finally escaped from “Valentine’s Day.” I think I like it better than the first one. She looks so thoughtful.

So here’s my current favorite side dish. Snap the ends off of a bunch (or two) of fresh asparagus. Put the asparagus on a cookie sheet. Drizzle with olive oil and fresh lemon juice (half a lemon). Sprinkle with kosher salt and black pepper (to taste). And then – AND THEN –

Sprinkle freshly grated Parmesan cheese on top (or you can use, as Giada says, “parmeezhana-reggzheeano”). Bake at 400 for about 15 minutes (a little less if you like your asparagus super crunchy).
It’s tastier than any green vegetable deserves.

I saw this infomercial on TV one afternoon when I was cooking supper, and I immediately snapped a picture and sent it to a friend of mine who shares my love of “The Carol Burnett Show.” Honestly, I don’t know when I’ve felt more tempted to order an infomercial product – I mean, what could be better than having Mrs. Sa-Wiggins and Eunice hang out with us every single day? I resisted, though. Mainly because of a time in my 20s when I ordered some VHS tapes about relationships and COULD NOT MAKE THEM STOP SHOWING UP IN MY MAILBOX NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED.

You’ll be happy to know David took out the fancy stereo and replaced it with my old one. When he finished the re-installation, he walked inside, smiled, and said, “Well, I’m sorry that I tried to give you a nice stereo for your car.”
“It’s totally fine,” I replied. And then I went outside and sat in my car and sang “Reunited” while I gazed lovingly at all the buttons I actually know how to operate. Glory.
The end.







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