I had bookclub tonight in Katie's stead, and we discussed History of Love and hated on My Sister's Keeper and Scarf brought the Mia-woof and Drums specifically asked for a doggy bag when he learned I was hosting--illogical except that he correctly expected that I had made cookies.
Saturday I decided on Enchanted Broccoli Forest's Green, Green Noodle Soup but today I realized that a staining green soup with fettucini is not a good lap food. So I resorted to my usual, tortellini with pesto. I used half from the freezer and half fresh; I would have made all fresh but the basil was sold in big plastic boxes and my panniers have only so much capacity. I added just a little cilantro, too, and that turned out really well.
Plus Friday I made Chewy Chocolate Ginger Cookies, froze some for JGW to bring home, boxed up some for Kal's aunt, and had plenty for tonight, both for here and for people to take home.
Mia gave me a thorough face-washing and a second coat on my twill pants. I have to admit that I do like a doghairless house. Sherry commented on the lack of dogfur tumbleweeds so I pointed out the confetti of splattered corn and millet on the walls in Blake's corner.
I played my crooning and covers playlists while people were here, and cleaned up to Cat Stevens on shuffle. Of all the albums RDC lost through years of partying, thank goodness he never lost In My Tribe, bought in its first year. I only just learned "Peace Train" was dropped from later presses so the Maniacs wouldn't have to pay Darth Stevens royalties. Listening to only a dubbed Maxell from 1988 is no way to live.
I have another load to run through the dishwasher, but Blake's earlier occupation of Erin's ankle, chosen because she had sexy socks, was not good for dozing because she kept moving in a way contrary to the cockatiel code of behavior, so now he's making up for lost nappage on my collarbone. So I think I'll sit here a while longer.