Wednesday, April 16, 2008

My Very Own Potato

Other than the fact that I totally messed up my tea date, it's been a good day. Know why? Because I got to see pictures of my bulldog puppy. All tiny and perfect. A little, tiny, weeny, wrinkly potato of a dog. I'm going to have my very own wheezing, drooling potato. I'll take it for walks. Then it will get tired and want to go home. Potatoes do that.

Plus, I saw three bunnies AND had sushi for lunch.

Plus plus, I had homemade mac and cheese for dinner that made my tummy smile.

So messing up my tea date? I can deal with that. Because nothing says "sorry I got confused" like spelt cookie treats at the next successful meet-up. Am I right? I'll start baking tonight.

4 comments:

La Canadienne said...

Drag your potato past my house to visit me! I'm so excited.

Jessica said...

When do you get your little potato?! That's beyond exciting.

Also, I should be in town the last weekend of April, if you're around!

Andrea... said...

LC: YES!

Jessica: YES! Oh, also, June.

Go potato!

zoom said...

I'm vicariously thrilled about Spud!

You've been so patient and everything. And now he's REAL. Post the pictures!