Well, that was interesting.
The ebola I got on Thursday at work knocked me flat on my ass until last night, forcing me to lie listless and fretful on the couch while the cats gnawed on my face.
One of the casualties of the plague was a baby shower I co-planned for my favorite Swede. When the time came yesterday to get myself in gear, I looked at Fauxhawk, burst into tears, and then made a bee-line for the porcelain altar.
"Honey, you can't go," he said. "They probably only have one bathroom."
And then something extraordinary happened.
Fauxhawk volunteered to represent. At the baby shower.
I am still in a state of shock and awe. I would have given anything to see the Hawk at the onesie decorating station.
(BTW, does anyone else think it's creepy that the gift we bought was emblazoned with the words "ADAPT AND SURVIVE!" on the outside of the box? Is this some kind of sadistic warning for new parents? It certainly turned me off of ever reproducing - my survival skills are less than stellar, as you may imagine.)
This morning, I'm feeling much, much better. I made these scones, but substituted frozen raspberries for cranberries - delicious, but not very pretty. Sadly, they looked pre-digested. Nevertheless, I can't stop til I get enough.
Image via We Heart It.
