Hubby thinks I’m really losing it this time…

I was showering yesterday morning, sitting on my shower bench, using my handheld sprayer, and Mollie, as always, was sitting right in front of me.  I looked at her, she looked pretty scruffy, so I just scooped her up, plopped her in my lap and gave her a bath with me.

She’s so easy going, she could care less that she was in the shower with me, she just laid in my lap and let me drown her.

It wasn’t like I was sitting in bathwater with her, it was actually pretty efficient.  But when you repeat it, it does sound rather strange.  I told Marti about it today, and she got this really odd look on her face and then started laughing.  Hubby just thinks I’m demented, but hey it worked for Mollie, it worked for me, we both got clean.  And Maggie, she was off snoozing in LC'’s chair, or I would have put her in there, too.

Like John always says, “Mom’s the crazy cat woman…. with dogs!!! “

I'm a mustard conisseur

Well, I am a conisseur, of yellow mustard.  Okay, all you mustard snobs, there is nothing wrong with yellow mustard, it's preferably to the fancy schmancy blends on a lot of things... If you're a long time reader, you will know that I'm a huge fan of Plochman's Mustard, and have been since I was a little girl eating mustard sandwiches with Daddy (two slices of white bread with mustard smeared in the middle, it was awesome).  It's just the best brand of mustard you can buy, and I have defended it many times to my girlfriends who insist that nasty French is the best yellow mustard on the market.  Blecht!

Well they're wrong, and now I have an ally.  Deanna!  Sweet girl loves mustard as much as I do and eats it on her french fries, too!  She's the only person I've ever known besides myself that enjoys it on fries instead of catsup, and she's a Plochman's fan, as well!  Last week when we were visiting her and John, she brought out the Plochman's, and wouldn't you know, after all these years they've managed to improve it.  The bottle, not the mustard, they would be fools to monkey with their recipe, even though Brooks Catsup has change their recipe and ruined their product, something that Hooterville and I lament about frequently.  We both adored Brooks Catsup, it was fiery hot and tangy, and now it's just wrong. 

But I'm getting off track.  I thought they would never change the Plochman's bottle but they have finally made a flip top on that familiar yellow barrel, doing away with that red cap that always got gunked up, causing your mustard to squirt sideways on your clothes.  I can't tell you how many times that has happened to me.

But it's not perfect, the hole is too large, causing you to squirt copious amounts of this wonderful yellow concoction onto your plate, saturating your food in *gasp* too much mustard.  Can there ever be too much mustard?  Of course there can.

So I fired them an email, telling them what a huge fan I was and how they need to make that hole smaller, but I'm sure some silly man in their quality control department probably dreamed up the idea of a larger hole, causing you to use more, thus buy more.  Yep, I'm just sure that's what happened, a woman would never do that.  Men Schmen!!!

Hmmmm, maybe I should email those Brooks Catsup people now, I'm on a roll here...

Here's a blogsite for you...

I was researching hanging baskets this morning, and this site pulled up.  Check it out, she's got a really cute site with a lot of vintage looks...

Decorator To The Stars>>>

I especially liked her Joie de Vivre necklace on a ball and chain with a rusty key.  Kind of fits my mood this morning, ummm, that would be the shabby look, not the Joy of Life, much too gloomy in Heavensville for that.  No sunshine til' Wednesday either, and I'm trying to plant fleurs.  Drats!!!!

Scroll thru the necklaces, really unusual, really cheap>>>

Every movie can't be academy award material...

Last night Peg and I went to see Jennifer Lopez in The Back-Up Plan.  The critics hated it, they said it was boring, and predictable, but we found it delightful.  It was funny, well acted, she looked adorable, had the cutest clothes and a hunky co-star,  and this little paralyzed Boston Bulldog named Nutz, who wheeled himself around in a cart, and absolutely stole the movie.

I get so tired of criticism.  Everywhere you turn the media is criticizing somebody or something.  Why can't people just enjoy what's unfolding in front of them and quit being so negative!

Great feel good movie, grab a girfriend and go see it.  There is a birthing scene that will just have you rolling in the aisles.  Peg and I were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe.  We laughed through the whole movie, were in a wonderful mood when we left the theater, came home and slept like a baby.  It was a good night...