Monday again? Arg. Where do the weekends go? The way of the dinosaur, alas.
Or should I say, YARRRRR!? It’s Rousseau’s birthday today, which always coincides with TLaP Day. Avast, me hearties.
It’s also the week of the County Fair. There is some unhealthy food in my future, as well as walking around with the Js, looking at animules and maybe taking a ride on the merry-go-round.
Rousseau. He’s 12. That makes him a senior citizen, like the Thriller. And RD.
This week, I’m going to test-drive the new Fanci-Fill cake pan I got for my birthday, since I’m responsible for providing the cakey goodness for Bob’s birthday feast, coming up on the 2nd. Hmmm, ideas. I found one that has yellow cake with chocolate ice cream filling and chocolate icing. That one might be the ticket. Or maybe chocolate cake with mint chocolate chip ice cream filling and cream cheese icing. Or perhaps: both. The possibilities, the possibilities…
Happy Monkday, fiends. Get bizzy!