Atchoo.....Atchoo....Atchoo......

Have you been outside this morning? Well, of course you have if you are at work or have kids or animals, but the sheer gorgeousness is almost overwhelming. I let the puppies out earlier and followed them out with my coffee for " dog policing", and if I'd had a lawn chair on the driveway, I'd still be there (until I ran out of coffee). I can hear the birds singing from inside the house, and the the cool breeze feels like Colorado, minus today's humidity. This is the time of year that makes me want to throw the windows open but if you have allergies, DO NOT do this or you will pay for it dearly. Fred is in bed feeling crummy and I didn't even throw the windows open--he got his allergy shot and that's what threw him under the bus. And those are supposed to help....swell. I don't remember people having allergies like this when I was a kid. I know people had them, but it seems like now a days everybody's got them, and they are b-a-d. Way bad. Pollution?? Probably. And weird weather. For sure.

Since my partner is under the weather, my mission is to keep it quiet around here for optimum snoozing and finish up some random cooking projects. I made zucchini bread last night right before the zucchini went south, and today is basil mayonnaise and maybe pesto. Since both involve either the blender or the Cuisinart, so much for the quiet idea. Why do both of those have to sound like a 747 taking off from the kitchen? Can't they put a muffler on them? I realize they only run for a short amount of time but is that a reason the decibel level should shake the filings out of your teeth? I don't think so. Dishwashers are quiet these days...why not small electrics? OK...enough of that or I'm going to work myself into an unnatural frenzy over something I cannot control. Maybe I'll just blend and food process in the Utility Room--with the door closed.

One of my favorite people in the world comes today to iron and she is a combo of friend, therapist, comedian, fellow foodie, and just all round good time pal. The minute she gets here I fix her iced coffee, hot coffee, or water (her call) and we get busy kvetching over life in general. She is as much a part of our family as the beloved Wiggles, and Bruce discusses the Hispanic soaps (Secretos) with her to see if he's learning any Spanish by watching them. This is his latest idea. Please.....ya know he's not, but I laugh my head off listening to them chat. She's way too polite to tell him he's full of horse puckey and you can tell she loves every minute of it. When he leaves, she and I scream out laughing. That Fred...he's just something else.