Get a load of them berries. . .
I love living near all of this good fruit. It is absolutely delicious.
And then... just to ruin the delicious images you just saw, (including the ones of my husband), I'd like to show you this:
I mean, seriously. Get a load of these berries!
Have you ever seen such a luscious layout of juicy, big heart-pumping strawberries?
I purchased the strawberries for a Gold Canyon Candle party I hosted at our home. I am slowly getting over the fear of hosting people at our house. At first our house was never clean enough or not put together, then-or always-it came down to "what on earth would I cook!?" Well I didn't cook anything, not even the brownies I served. Right-I know, I can make a batch of brownies, but listen to be quite frank I had spent all day cleaning, mopping, dusting, etc. So the last thing I wanted to do was do a bunch of baking and then hand wash all of the dishes in my tiny little sink and re-wipe down the counters before guests arrived. No thanks, I'll buy the plastic little box from the bakery and cut them into tiny squares. And then I'll let people assume I did a nice little bake number in the kitchen. I should have bought one of those baking candles ahead of time so my house smelled like the freshly baked goods I had just opened-uh, I mean baked, of course.
And what would I do without my agile husband to jump up on the counter & retrieve the items needed that are out of my reach?
Well... I'd climb up there myself and get them. Even in my pregnant state I have done so... but I ask myself, "Why? For what reason when I have THIS at home who can do it for me?"
Step 1: Sneak up on the dish
Step 2: Grab it by the neck.
Step 3: Pose in triumph.
My final display of the goods I "assembled" for the little candle party I hosted
On the menu:
Pita chips and roasted red pepper hummus (so good)
Chocolate brownies
Strawberries and Cream Cheese Dip
(Cream cheese + brown sugar + vanilla extract = 20 strawberries eaten by myself)
And then... just to ruin the delicious images you just saw, (including the ones of my husband), I'd like to show you this:
The next morning I found that our dog Duke had placed his squeaky toy in the empty dog bowl.
Is he trying to send me a message here?
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