I am having the most ridiculous formatting issues with my posts, so expect a new look sometime in the near future. Perhaps a look that will not force me to edit and re-edit and re-edit trying to find the magic spacing combination to keep my divs from floating all over the place. Argh.

There is an unholy and desperately sad kind of amusement in preparing for a steak a poivre dinner while simultaneously making lemon-blackberry tarts (to be posted soon!) and having to run back to the computer to be reminded of how to bake a potato.

Pregnancy, thy name is brain-dead.

[14:54] <@Ali> no, there’s a stone you bake bread in your oven on
[14:54] <@Ali> wow
[14:55] <@Ali> let me try that again
[14:55] <@Ali> there’s a stone upon which you bake bread in your oven
[14:56] <@Cal>  Ali: Stupid prepositions! Complicating up where words go in!
[14:56] <+Sindri> A preposition is a terrible thing to end a sentence with.
[14:58]  <@yellowgoat> Preposition placement is something I never much cared for.
[14:59] <@Ali> As long as it’s not superfluous, it doesn’t matter overly much to me where people put their prepositions at.

Greyson was being friendly with an older woman passing by us as I was putting the groceries in the car at Target. She was being friendly back and when Grey pointed at her bags, she told him it was cereal. I smiled at her and she went on to say, “That’s one good thing about not having a man around, you can eat cereal for dinner if you want.”

I think she might be on to something there.

This would all be so much easier if I could just post to here and Facebook at the same time! Meanwhile, I hope this weekend to have updated with all of the posts I’ve meant to make and just haven’t.