Chubs slept all night through and when he woke up I tried to get him to lay back down and husband said, "It's 7:30...ya know?"....right then I noticed that the light coming through the curtains was not just the usual sodium vapor brown from the street light, but a faint blue tone that signals my brain to make coffee.
Here it is 11 am....all the men are gone, the house is spotless...NOW what do I do?!
Make ice cream.
Now I have cheesecake ice cream, mint chip...and Aztec spice chocolate. "That'll do, pig..."
Lastly, I've been thinking about a few things lately...I know, brain drizzle...get your umbrella.
The first is...why does it seem so "outrageous" to pay $3.50 for a dozen, pastured chicken eggs...but perfectly fine to pay the same for one latte??
These show the orange and yellow shades in my eggs from the farmer's market. The one in the middle is a duck yolk! I hear a cry coming from the 2nd floor...time to make like a baby and head out. No more time for brain drizzle!