Sometimes I'm slow about things. A citrus squeezer, for example.
WHY has it taken me so long to buy a damn citrus squeezer? I LOVE citrus. L.O.V.E. it. I put a squeeze of lemon on everything. Poor Jackdaddy. His first wife used to put ginger in everything. (According to him, of course. I'm sure her story differs cuz you know how that stuff goes.) And now he's got one who puts lemon on everything. And all this lemony time I have never had a damn citrus squeezer (now officially called DCS so I don't have to type that all out anymore.) HEB had them with a $2 off coupon which made me happy. They are also (clearly) lime green which made me happyhappy and so, voila! I cannot understand how I lived without it for so long!! What was I thinking? I made a little lemon juice/water/spearmint oil spray yesterday and spritzed my sheets that were out on the clothesline. Oh. mah. gawd., y'all. That is some goodness the likes of which you've never smelled.
Moving on from lemons to rum. (Because I can.)
My girlfriend, Erin, recommended Treaty Oak rum to me when I was starting to get into the Mojito thing. I don't know much about booze, really, so that sounded fine to me because it's local and I love the Treaty Oak tree (do go read about it, OK?). But then I saw the bottle and oooooo la la, sailor! Sign me up for that rum! Now I have this beautiful glass jar in which I am going to concoct a homemade salad dressing. Truth be told, I have been thinking about just buying a couple of jars of my favorite dressing (Mother's Cashew Tamari) and pouring it in there and making it look like homemade dressing. Either way, it's all about that jar. It's heavy, sexy and perfect in every way. (TWSS)
Last thing... MerryMerry sent me a fabulous, I mean fabulous gag gift recently...
A little coop decoration for the ladies! Apparently this new eatery opened up where they live and put out mucho many of these yellow chikkin signs all up and down the highway. MerryMerry was kind and clever enough to know just how much The Wabi-Sabi House would love such a thing and procured one for me. I just adore it and I think the ladies are quite happy about it too, also, too. I hate to even think of it as a gag gift because I really do love, love, love it! (And yes, I do put plants in old tires. Every coop needs a little hillbilly decorating. I like to think of it as upcycling because those tires are naaaaasty for the landfill.)
Bok Bok! We're off, along with every other Texan, to The Blue Hole in Wimberley. Y'all hold down the fort, OK?