continuing scenes from my milk surplus

If you happen to be in Target and see the little AS SEEN ON TV stick-um lights (4 for $9.99), do not buy them in hopes that they can provide the missing light you crave over your stove. They will suck mightily. I'm saying.

And while I'm on the subject, Pottery Barn, I really love the light fixture I bought from you, but I like my kitchen lit like an operating theatre, and you have been weighed in the balance and found wanting. Get on that, would you?

Who DOESN'T want a girl with good dividends?

I can make anybody eat bread pudding, just because I don't like 'em.

It's a little bit ten pounds of pudding in a five pound dish.

I know, I've skipped the lemon pudding cake. I've been busy, you guys! I had to take Superman to preschool so he could continue to refuse to learn teach piano lessons get my blood drawn which took over an HOUR go to a gardening class which was fair-to-middling helpful then I came home and stuffed my face while John did the dishes and I was too tired to do pudding cake to use up the lemons or angel food cake or pavlova to use up the egg whites from the yolks I used for the ice cream (by which I mean ice milk-it's super icy) and it looks way worse without commas.