Tired

It's been over a week since I have looked at the computer.  I just have had very little to say- recipes for ordering pizza and suggesting grabbing Mexican aren't particularly earth shattering.  It's been so lovely and gracious of my parents to take us in during this renovation, but we are all ready to be back home.  Back to our own routines, back to my own bright kitchen, back to our own toys and yard, and back to our cosy little house.  I keep setting out to write down some delicious recipes, then I remember that cookbook is at my house.  Or my kindle charger.  Or my big furry dog.

Of course, when I popped by today, the fact that my front beds have become a jungle of weeds did not escape me.  Maybe another week here won't be too, too bad. . .