(1)Fie on you. All of you! Well, maybe not all of you. But fie on you and you and you and you and anyone else who decided to tell me that I should watch Downton Abbey.
You guys: 3 o'clock in the morning. Can we just take a moment to process what that means in non-college kid partying speak? I was up until 3 a.m. watching Downton Abbey streaming on Netflix.
And it was so good. So gooooooood! Not capital G good. (honestly I really can't find any deep philosophical Goodness in it...yet?), but since I'm trying to be less like a 5 year old in my judgement of things I'm allowing myself to appreciate all the freaking TALENT that it takes to put a show like that together. And the characters are so the-opposite-of-flat. Usually I like this one and I loathe that one and can tell right away who the "good guys" and the "bad guys" are. But not this time!
I seriously can't wait to watch the next episode.
This is how the boy pretends to sleep. Super convincing, I know.
Yesterday, Paul talking to Katie: "I like it when you do chores because you throw stuff at Lizzy."
Yep. Pretty saintly bid'ness goin' on up in here.
Holy cow. Did you see that we have morels this year?????
We probably had them last year too but we were still total Michigan noobs and barely had a functioning electrical system, so mushroom hunting wasn't really high on our priority list, ya know?
We sauteed some in butter with salt and ate them by themselves, we battered some and fried them, and then we put some of the sauteed ones onto burgers. And I'm still passed out from the total awesomeness so had to hire a ghost writer to tell you all this. How's she doing? You know, the ghost writer?
(7)And finally, get your back-pattin' hands ready because I finally managed to post something new at Catholic Exchange! Wanna know how I'm trying not to be such a crappy wife? It's short, I promise...
Happy weekend, friends!