Flyaway Spooks!

So...have you ever been in the middle of cooking a risotto (of all the high-maintenance things) when a sudden, insane storm kicks up, your inflatable outdoor spooky house rips out of the ground and flies off down the street, your children start screaming in terror (mostly because of the spooky house; li’l bit because of the storm), and you find yourself pounding the pavement like The Terminator to chase the dang thing down before it’s lost for good??

Just me??

M’kay. Just me.

Ironically, this is not the first time I’ve chased an inflatable decoration down a neighborhood street.

But...the mass chaos was all worth it when my eldest, after everyone had calmed down but Little Man was still a tad bit emotional, said, “Don’t worry, buddy. Mama always fixes everything.”

:)

What I didn’t fix, however was a perfect risotto. It was good, but just a slightly imperfect texture because of the whole chasing-after-inflatable interruption, ha. Oh well. Can’t win ‘em all.

:)

Also—can someone tell me how my kitchen table always ends up looking like this???



Happy Tuesday, peeps.

Over and out.