This has been an interesting week. I have those. I have a LOT of those. Those days when you know it’s going to be interesting because you’ve opened email and read the headline: ’80 Pretty and Practical Panties!’ Then, you notice that the email is from Houzz. Say what? Oh, it’s really 80 Pretty and Practical Pantries? Maybe I should have just gone back to bed. Surely, that was a sign. But, no, I am not that smart.
Then, I found an opened fifth of vodka in my car. Now I love a good cocktail, (more about that later) but I do not drink and drive. Ever. It’s my thing. I’d loaned my car to my sister as I’m lucky enough to have a spare vehicle. It’s an old Jeep. I love it. It’s quirky. More importantly, it’s paid for. She needed it for her boyfriend. He’s currently without a car and needed to attend some work and AA meetings! Yep, it’s like that. She’s not spoken to me all week. I’m hoping it is simply that she’s been working a lot. sigh
There was more but in keeping with my
delusional sunny personality, let’s skip all that.
I read American Wife. I did not like the book. I blame her husband for this. I loved American Sniper. Surprisingly, both books utilized the same writer. The latter, at least to me, was so much more eloquent. The story line just flowed and, more importantly, you really got a sense of Chris Kyle – the man, his family and friends, his values, etc. It’s one of the reasons I was hesitant to pick up her book.
Mrs. Kyle said the writing of American Wife was cathartic. How I hope this is true. I wished I’d never picked it up. From the start, I wanted to stab myself in the eye. Really, that was an actual thought! Maybe it was too soon. For both of us. I’ve had a lot of loss recently so those wounds are fresh and, undoubtably, color my thoughts. Loss changes how you look at things. At people. It makes you question faith. She spends a lot of time talking about that. She spends a lot of time repeating herself, reminding people she’s not perfect. To me, it was off-putting. Her husband painted a richer, warmer more attractive picture of her and that’s the version I choose to think is the more accurate.
Speaking of flaws. I am a hoarder. A recipe hoarder. I’ve thousands. It’s an occupational hazard. A few summers ago I was on a quest to make the perfect pina colada, a la some hotel in Key West that makes the best ones I’ve ever had. I experiment so much that summer I am just now wanting one again. It could also have something to do with the fact that it is hot, hot, hot here and my friend Amy and I are taking the kids to the pool this afternoon. Did I mention it being hot? You need a frosty beverage in those conditions, right? Well, apparently, no. It would seem that some people, gremlins I figure, have hidden that blasted recipe. And so the quest begins anew…..
Anyone have a recipe to share?
Happy Weekend, everyone!