We’ve been super busy around the house as of late. Mr. C. Cow has been redecorating the kitchen as well as helping Marslean study for her pony school tests. His idea of studying involves asking questions like “How many carrots can you eat in one minute if you’re unquestionably starving because you skipped breakfast?”. While I do not feel that this is a legitimate math question, Mr. C. feels that it is an important answer to know. To humor him, Marslean challenged him to field test the problem. Our current solution is six.
While Mr. C. Cow and Marslean have been studying, I’ve been dealing with a peacock problem named “Ervin”. Ervin has been staying with us, with permission from Marslean, while his condo is being remodeled. I’m all for helping out a friend in need but Ervin hasn’t learned how to pick up his towels from the floor after showering. I’ve also had a problem with him leaving feathers all over the living room. Hopefully his remodeling will not drag on much longer. There are only so many times I can pick feathers out of a decorative bowl of hard candy before it will drive me to insanity.
Speaking of insanity, just last week while I was grocery shopping, I watched someone buy an entire cart full of kale. As I waited patiently to buy some, they took every last piece they could get their hands out and wiped out the entire supply. When the produce stock guy came back he stood in the way, calmly waited for the kale stock to be refilled, then took all of that as well. Who fills an entire cart full of kale? Who needs that much kale? I only wanted a pound of the stuff and I felt that I was muscled out of my greens. The world is a strange place!
Strange shopping aside, we have a long, three-day weekend coming up! Bishop is planning on BBQ-ing some of those math problem carrots, Marslean is going to take a break from studying, and Mr. C. Cow (hopefully) will have our kitchen remodel finished.
We’ve official made it to the 4th Of July! The picnic table is set. The grill is doing it’s grill thing. I put together a wonderful bar and Mr. C. Cow made a very patriotic looking cake with edible sparkles. Marslean’s firework spectacular is about ready to start and the party guests are full of the veggies Bishop grilled.
We all hope that you have a wonderful (and firework safe) holiday with all of your family and friends! To those that are not in the states, we hope that you all have a great (and firework safe…seriously….fire explosions!) day!
Hopefully I can get a piece of cake before Mr. C. Cow decides to start licking it.
The 4th of July is coming up in the states next week and it’s going to be a busy one. We’ll all be at home and Mr. C. Cow and I plan on doing a lot of cooking. He’s been pouring over cookbooks for the perfect deserts to go with grilled veggies while I’m trying to figure out how to light the grill. I’ve used a gas grill before but it’s been YEARS since I’ve attempted to use charcoal. Bishop might have to be in charge of the grill lighting. I’m afraid I’ll catch my giant beehive on fire.
Speaking of fire, we’re planning on letting Marslean handle the fireworks this year. Last year Mr. C. Cow was holding a sparkler and got a teeny tiny little burn on his hoof. It was so tiny that it probably hurt for a second. Despite the small injury, Mr. C. acted like his entire leg had caught on fire. We had to wrap all of his legs in gauze just to get him to stop crying. Marslean said there will be no sparklers this year. I think that’s a wise decision.
Since everyone seems to have a job to do to get ready for the holiday I’m at a loss as to where I am needed. I tried to move the picnic table in the shade but it was too big and heavy. Bishop and Mr. C. Cow had to move them around. I was going to get the nice tablecloth and place mats out but Marslean beat me to it. The only thing I’ve done so far is that awesome table centerpiece.
Mr. C. Cow sensed the lost look on my face and offered to let me help him do a bit of baking. I would but he’s really good at it. He can lay down a good fondant on a cake while I find myself tangled up in it like some sort of sugary trap. After a few minutes of sitting under a tree with a therapeutic martini, I decided that I am taking on the appetizers. I can crostini like a boss.
Sometimes we feel left out because we think our skills aren’t useful. It might take a martini rest under a tree before we find out that we are useful. All of us have something to offer.
All photos taken in Second Life at my personal home by me.