Green eggs and ham

First of all, what is wrong with this picture??

Those are green eggs.

Green.

Remember my experience with the rotten egg?

I'm a little gun-shy.

I'm egg-shy.

I check 'em over, smell 'em, heft 'em...and I crack them into a bowl as far away from my nose as humanly possible, just in case.

I've smelled some smells, people. Mass General Hospital, weekend night shift.

And I ain't never, ever smelled anything worse than that egg.

So when I see a green egg, I gotta wonder.

I immediately called the neighbor from whom I got the eggs.

Should the eggs BE green?

Yes, she said. They're from Araucana chickens. They lay blue eggs.

Oh, blue. (Blue, green, whatever.)

They're kind of pretty. But freaky. Like Easter, without the work.

Weird.

So, Thing One is in the kitchen during all the egg commotion. She sees me take 482 pictures (my camera has one foot out the door. I've just about had it.) of the green eggs. She hears the phone call to Miss Becky (egg neighbor).

She comes over to take a closer look.

And she says, "Oh, yeah, Martha Stewart has those eggs."

Oh, I'm sorry...I hadn't noticed the last time we were at Martha's what color her eggs were.

Silly me.

Apparently she saw a Martha Stewart Living magazine, and noticed the blue eggs, which her mother thinks are green.

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I have pictures from the graduation ceremony this weekend.

Mocha Chip Cupcakes.

But I messed up the frosting. I'm not sure why I thought it was OK to run the mixer while I jumped in the shower.

It was not ok.

I called Tammy, and asked for emergency frosting. In our haste, I forgot to add the espresso to her chocolate frosting, so they weren't as mocha-y as I intended, but they were still pretty darn good.

There was also a Margarita Cheesecake. Oh My Lord. It was fantastic!

In fact, it was gone in 1.3 minutes.

And as usual, I was in a panic that there would not be enough food.

We did alright.

None of these people will mean anything to anybody who doesn't live here. Suffice it to say, we had a lovely time, got soaked to the bone in the worst rain I've seen in forever, ate , laughed, and had a great time with each other. I will remember the day for that, if nothing else.

My camera hates the Church. The light is just wrong, wrong, wrong.

Then I learned the words "white balance". Things are a bit better. Not a lot, but a bit.

But my pictures have to be taken from the back forty, because if I zoom, forget it. Look at the picture in the last row, on the left. That's mildly zoomed.

Father's Day! The Things had a ton of stuff for him. They both made and wrapped 4 things, and we had a huge pillow from all of us.

(He says he misses me. We sleep in shifts now, and pass each other on the stairs around 4:30 in the morning. With the body pillow, I figure he'll stop complaining about my hours.)

Our last day of school was Friday.

My kids have already begun playing 'school'. (She teaches him, gives him worksheets to do, etc.)

Here's what they did today:

Tomorrow (wait, I guess it IS tomorrow.) they start their summer reading program.

They have a math program to do as well, but I'm not ready yet!

I took Saturday "off". I sort of took Friday off, too, but not of my own free will.

I will be back to the regular schedule tomorrow, so if you haven't heard from me...you will.

I even worked on the long-overdue Birthday gift this weekend. I'm nearing the home stretch!