* Even though I had a friend over, and there was rambunctiousness, and we missed the sacred window before which bedtime is generally bliss and after which bedtime is a diabolical swirling debacle of misery—my children went to bed without much trouble tonight.
* I would have an easier time making an elaborate feast for my family every day if fabric were edible. It is so much more fun to shop for and play with fabric than food.
* Though chicken is not fabric, I made Paula Deen's Chicken Georgia for dinner. While my thighs are not thankful, my mouth is. I did leave off the cheese, since I didn't have any mozzarella. Maybe my thighs can thank me for that. At least I wasn't quilting instead of cooking.
*You know that whole, O Divine Redeemer followed by Jeffery Holland's landmark sermon? Yeah, Alex and I were in the nosebleed section watching it live.
*Right after I linked to Zina, Maven of Malapropisms, in the "word of the whatever," she posted one of her Malaprop posts. I'm pretty much a prophetess. Give me your palm. Look deep into my eyes.
So what are your happy thoughts?