She said, “You must have a bottomless pit.” I said, “You don’t know the half of it.”

By 10:00 this morning, I had packed Harper’s lunch, waited with her for the bus, grabbed a coffee at Starbucks, purchased “official document” envelopes at Target where I had to defend my trip to Starbucks (I don’t even want to talk about it), picked up dog food and treats at Petco, grabbed two plates at Kohl’s so that everyone can eat their Thanksgiving dinner on a real plate (We need 11. I had 9 and a coupon.), visited the vet office for heartworm prevention pills and to set up Henry’s annual exam for Saturday, and ran to the pharmacy for Xanax and Reglan. (It’s the holiday season with the whoop-de-do and hickory dock and social anxiety that often leads to nausea that not even Amy Grant’s Christmas album can fix!) I then took out the recycling, threw dinner in the slow cooker, and fell asleep (unintentionally) for an hour before I had to pick Meredith up from school.

I then read 3,492 articles about the resignation of the University of Missouri president.

A half hour ago, I made biscuits from scratch, but not really because I used Bisquick. (In my world, if you don’t have to beat a can on the edge of the counter while anticipating a jack-in-the-box-like explosion, you’re baking from scratch. Nice work, Baker.)

When Jeff gets home (in approximately 17 minutes) we’ll eat dinner and then read until the holiday-themed edition of Cake Wars airs at 8:00.

When Jeff and I lived in Nashville, we would sometimes visit the Loveless Cafe for biscuits and peach preserves. We would also see Jill Sobule every time she came to town.

I miss those days like crazy, but I also love days like this one. I’ll be back tomorrow. ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

8 thoughts on “She said, “You must have a bottomless pit.” I said, “You don’t know the half of it.””

  1. Okay-I know you don’t want to talk about it…….but did someone accost you in public because you had a Starbucks cup?!?! Because if that happened-I might go right into Listen Bucko mode on somebody (not you)!!!!!

    1. Believe it or not, the woman who checked me out looked at my cup and said, “I just heard on the news that Starbucks hates Jesus.”
      Me: You heard it on the news?
      Her: Actually, I think I read it on Twitter.
      Me: Did you search out clarification?
      Her: No.
      I then felt the need to stand and talk to her for three minutes (maybe less, but it FELT LIKE THREE MINUTES) about Starbucks and getting your news from Twitter. (I’m getting bolder in my old age…)

  2. Biscuits and cornbread are the perfect example of old school comfort. Both are also best served with something sweet (in my humble opinion) Jam or honey works well.
    Have you ever been exposed to Mitch Miller or the old Firestone Christmas albums?

  3. Holy smokes, you were productive this morning. By 10:00 I had…hmm, let’s see…gotten out of bed, yes, but not out of my pj’s. And of course a neighbor stopped by. :-(

  4. Just a portion of your morning makes me tired. Good on ya. But this, especially: I am just overjoyed at the thought of you standing there and engaging a dimwitted person who had the audacity to smirkingly (I can see her smirk, yes I can) try to make you ashamed of drinking a morning cup of coffee. Even if you didn’t manage to make her understand the error of her ways, at least she might be less likely to verbally assault the next person she sees committing a crime against her sincerely-held foolhardy beliefs about coffee vendors. You deserve a lovely evening.

  5. I make fantastic from scratch biscuits, but I consider any option from the freezer to the bisquick to be valid “from scratch” as long as they aren’t those terrible tasting things from the can. Those are never delicious.

    That red cup nonsense is killing my mellow. It’s also an interesting litmus test amongst my social network.

  6. I don’t know who is making a fuss over the Starbuck’s cups, but it is ridiculous. It’s a waste of energy that could be used for good. It was on the world news, really?

    I made biscuits from a bag of frozen ones, yesterday, along with sausage gravy (It had been months, maybe a year since I made biscuits and gravy). They were yummy and I was so excited about leftovers. At 1:25 am, I heard a bunch of noise coming from the kitchen. I went to investigate and noticed biscuits on the living room floor, kitchen floor and hanging out of the dog’s mouth. I think he enjoyed them.

  7. I’m glad we feel the same way about canned biscuits. I’ve always had a slight bit of anxiety when opening a can….

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