April Fools in October?

You've heard of Christmas in July, how about April Fools in October?
That is what Ninja K thought was the case earlier this week while routinely eating her breakfast in the car. Since she races to get out of the house in time for work each day, Ninja S and I help out each morning by making lunch and a "to go" breakfast. This particular morning the breakfast was toasted bagels and english muffins with cream cheese and cinnamon sugar on top, and the usual hot chocolate. With her first bite of bagel, she knew something was wrong. It looked fine, but it didn't taste the way it looked like it should taste, and then she figured it out. The prepared cinnamon sugar must have run out, and a new batch was mixed. But, when I mixed the new batch, I mistook the sugar canister for the salt canister! Whoops! She really thought that I might have planned it as a joke, and admits it really would make a heck of an April Fools gag....literally gag!
She spit out the bite, and scraped off her tongue as best she could, but still couldn't shake the taste of excessive salt all day. She tried several remedies including the cure-all ice cream remedy, and finally tooth paste, but nothing worked.
All I can say, is that I'll be looking over my shoulder fearing "pay-back" until April.

Too Much of a Sweet Thing?

I recently re-discovered a forgotten bottle of "sugar scrub" I had received as a gift. I tried it the other night and found it smelled wonderful and left my skin sooo soft. I was sold, until I began to towel off. Ugh! Even though I'd rinsed it off, my skin was so sticky! I felt like a popcicle had melted all over me. I jumped back into the shower to lather up and rinse off properly. That's the last time I wash with sugar!

Challenge Accepted

Here's my morning Haiku

The cuckoo sings out seven times
The cats paw, the dogs woo-woo
Each celebrates another new begining

- Or-

Breakfast duties fulfilled
Lunch packed, keys in hand I'm on my way
It's only 5:30am!

The Mysterious Case of the Disappearing Rose Bush

Planting season for bare root roses is coming to an end, so I made a last minute run to the store to pick up a few. Having done some Internet research first, I was able to recognize the shade tolerant varieties that I needed for the front yard. I found just what I wanted and at $4 each, I chose two. I planted them that very afternoon, so they were all snug and cozy for their first night with their "toes" in real soil.

The next afternoon, I detoured en rout to my mail box, to pay a visit to my new baby bushes. Akkkk!!! The one in the middle was gone! There was only a hole where it used to be...I couldn't believe it! Who would sneak around at night to steal a $4 rose bush? It was gone, vanished, no where in sight....oops, there it was about six feet behind me, near the middle of the yard! The poor thing looked naked with its bare roots sticking straight up in the air (like a dead deer by the side of the road.) On closer inspection, it looked like scratching marks in the ground all around the hole, and "fluffy" dirt, like it was flung. Maybe it was an animal. Why??? What kind of animal goes around at night randomly attacking innocent rose bushes?

With no further clues as to the suspect, I turned my energies to re-planting the hopefully not-yet-dead bush and employing security measures. It was suggested that I should stake it to the ground and lock it down with a chain, but I really didn't think it had been trying to escape. In the end, I anchored it with two rocks, and put windmill sentries on duty. So far I've been successful, it survived last night unscathed. However, you can be sure I'll be checking in on my little buddy everyday until it grows some proper thorns.

BREAKFAST, THE BEST MEAL OF THE DAY

They say there is no such thing as a free lunch, well that may be, but today there was a free breakfast...at Denny's!
I needed to retrieve my car, so today I drove down to SD to swap cars with B. I had heard about the "free Grand Slam" promotion a few days ago, and thought how much fun it would be to take her out for a free breakfast. We had heard there were long lines at all the Denny's, but we were undaunted. When we arrived, we also found there were long lines of cars in the parking lot! Luck was on our side. We found a parking spot almost immediately, and quickly threaded through the dozens of people outside to put our name on the list. The host predicted only about a 45 minute wait...less if we waited for the counter. On our journey into the restaurant from the parking lot, B spotted a news crew arriving. "Great, just what I need...all my friends to see me on the 6 o'clock news." I told her not to worry, we'd duck inside to wait...the story was probably with all the people waiting around the outside of the building. Oops, here comes the crew through the front door. I warn her, and we move around the corner near the bathrooms, and turn our backs so not to be seen. Then we hear, "Oh no, don't move, we want to talk to you two!" Here comes the TV camera right in our faces, and the microphone to our lips!!! Yep really. (So glad I put my eye make up on today!) That cameraman and reporter had made a bee line through the crowd, just to interview us! B's gonna kill me for sure?
I thought the whole experience was exhilarating and the coincidence of being at the one Denny's during the one hour that the TV crew came, and then picking us out of the crowd of people to interview...was hysterical!
It turned out that we were able to sit almost immediately at the counter, and our meal came before we finished reading the funnies! It was great, hot and yummy...and maybe we made the 6 o'clock news! I hope they do it next year!

A VISIT TO SANTA

For the first time in years, I got to take my little girls to get a picture with Santa, and aren’t they adorable? We started the evening with a trip to B’s employer for a yummy hot beverage. Next we drove over The Living Desert to explore it after dark and be amazed by their famous “wild lights.” They have amazing displays of Christmas lights, all arranged in a desert or wild animal design, and there are over 350, 000 lights! There was a nocturnal animal show, ice-less ice skating, camp fires to roast hot dogs and s’mores, and endless photo opportunities. Of course sitting on Santa’s knee was the highlight. Then we went home to decorate the tree and toast the coming of the holidays with champagne. What a great way to get in the Christmas spirit.

Epilogue: The next day B and K went to Idylwild to visit the snow and bring some back for me to enjoy. It so happened that when they returned, I was in the shower. They couldn't wait, and pummeled me with snowballs! After I stopped screaming, I could hear their victorious laughter.

I woke up this morning to find THIS in my front yard! Did one of you put someone up to this?!