Do you think this loaf of bread was worth $8.50? I don’t, but on the other hand, I’ve spent more on greater foolishness, which didn’t make my little girl giggle, so.
The bread wasn’t bad, either. We had Alan’s mom and sister as our guests this weekend, and they eat Bunny Bread pretty exclusively, so there was the visual-joke thing, too. (Warning on that link: Embedded sound file of a really hokey jingle.)
And that, pretty much, was the weekend — cooking, entertaining, cooking some more, loading and unloading the dishwasher, eating jelly beans. I feel: Tired, chapped-handed, over-sugared. But happy. It’s a good weekend when you can color eggs with extended family, and the dog gets two Reese’s Cups, wrappers and all.
I can’t wait for the morning walk.
Ron had an interesting story in yesterday’s News, about the next wave in megachurches: the cool church. Special effects, rock ‘n’ roll, movie clips, the works — it’s been a long time since I’ve been so baffled by religion. Radical Islam is easier for me to understand than the idea of attending a church called Scum of the Earth, but hey, I’m ecumenical. Whatever blows your hair back.
And if, like me, you enjoy gray as opposed to black and white, you might enjoy this profile of Michael Schiavo’s lady in waiting. Not a job I’d want, but hey. See above.
Busy day tomorrow. Wish me luck.