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.
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.