There is only one more slice of that wicked, sinful, deliciously chocolaty cheesecake left.
I bought it yesterday. Where did it all go?
I think I’m sitting on most of it…
There is only one more slice of that wicked, sinful, deliciously chocolaty cheesecake left.
I bought it yesterday. Where did it all go?
I think I’m sitting on most of it…
While I was at Target last night I found some of this. The women at the check-out swore that it wasn’t very good, and so I assume that it is mostly a precaution against accidental ingestion. I know my cats are the #1 offenders when it comes to eating things they shouldn’t.
Still, I’m half tempted to get a package of it for myself just to eat it.
A hermit.
Nah, it’s just one of those days. It’s not a bad day, really, it’s just kind of blah. It’s overcast, too, but I love it when it’s cloudy which is perhaps due to an early childhood spent living in Oregon. It’s just a move away and live alone in the woods with no modern conveniences kind of day.
My parents have a great acreage on a lake up in northern Wisconsin that some day, finances provided, Mr Husband and I will be getting a little spot on. If I have my way, we’ll put a little cabin up there and it won’t have a phone or internet or cable or anything. Husband would probably go into withdrawals, but if it gets too bad I can always send him over to my parents’ place. They’ve got all that stuff. I just can’t imagine going up there “to get away from it all” and spend a summer doing all the same things we do at home.
When we were kids we’d stay at the Big Cabin and it didn’t have things like cable, air conditioning, phones–there was even a time when it didn’t have hot water but that, mercifully, was remedied. Over the years the Big Cabin has evolved and even grown in size. It’s now owned by my aunt who takes excellent care of it.
I miss the summer days I spent up there when I was little. My sister, and later my brother, and I would spend hours playing in the lake or in the woods. Digging up mud to make clay pots that we would fire in the fire pit. Fishing. Hiking and picking berries along the way. Catching toads. Building things. Playing cards. Roasting hot dogs or marshmallows.
And I want that for my daughter, but I don’t see it happening with all the distractions of the modern world.
Man, I gotta get away from all this stuff.
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