Monday, Monday

It's Monday, and although I don't have to punch a clock, I'm stressed today. As the wedding gets closer I have more and more details to work out, and I don't like it. In addition we're trying to plan a trip, which should be easy, but it's becoming a pain in my side every time I hear "I'm not sure yet," or "We'll see," in reply to one of my questions pertaining thereto. So. To avert my attention, I'm trying a new cookie-cutter blog post, Meet Me on Monday. It's basically 5QF on Monday, but whatever. It's hosted by:




1. What is your favorite way to eat potatoes?
I love potatoes. So this is like asking me to tell you my favorite thing in the bread category. I'll do my best.
I love home-made scalloped potatoes. And I ROCK at them. But I don't really like making them. I also love love love mashed potatoes (I lick the pan clean ;) and fried potatoes. But I like 'em baked, too, and french-fried. I guess fried is my over-all favorite, but I'll pretty much eat a potato any way you slice it ;)


2. What was the last package that was delivered to your house?
Some kind of ATV rack thingy that the Mister ordered from Bass Pro. Nothing ever comes for me...or for Chloe. That's what she says so emphatically EVERY time he gets a package.

3. What is your favorite scent that you love to smell?
If we're talking manufactured scents, I love cinnamon in the winter, and something beachy in the summer. If you mean actual smells, newborn baby heads, line-dried laundry, and baking bread :)
4. Do you smoke?
No. I do not smoke. I try very hard not to whine, cough, and throw a hissy fit to tolerate loved ones' smoke when it's necessary, but I'd honestly give anything to never have to breathe second-hand smoke again. It burns my eyes, it irritates my nose and lungs, it makes my clothes and hair smell bad, and it causes cancer. I don't have a problem at all with people who do smoke, I'd just prefer if they didn't smoke in my presence.
5. Are your parents married or divorced?
Divorced. There's really not much to say about that one. I was maybe ten, but I have only a handful of memories before the divorce, so it doesn't seem like I ever knew any different, even though I guess I did.