August Coffee Date
Yes, I’m still drinking from my Mother of the Groom mug! The only way you’ll pry it out of my hands is when it’s time for me to become the Crazy Pumpkin Lady (oh wait- that’s next month!!!) In the meantime, I’m linking up with Coco and Deborah for their Ultimate Coffee Date. If we were having coffee together… I would tell you that school starts Monday. But it’s not any old first day of school. It’s the… Yep- after 18 years of back-to-school, my last “baby” is starting her senior year of high school. We’ve already had our final band camp; this year will also be the last football game, last Homecoming, last holiday concert… I feel an existential crisis coming on. At least the back-to-school vibes have gotten me out of my post-wedding funk. But, you may remember that we had a series of minor house tragedies after we got home- a plumbing leak, broken water heater, and then having to trash a carpet the cats peed on while we were gone. Bad things come in threes, right? WRONG. Yesterday I was standing in the dining room when I heard a tremendously loud shattering noise from the kitchen. The glass front of our oven door had spontaneously exploded into a thousand shards of glass. It turns out, this is actually a thing: I had already started to clean ours up when my husband thought to take a photo: Our oven is (was) a Frigidaire, which it turns out is the most likely brand to have an exploding door, and as a matter of fact they’re being sued by people who were burned or traumatized when their’s exploded. Our oven was pretty old, but as my sister pointed out, if it’s old it should just stop working, not explode. She also had this observation: Yes! I think this is a sign for me to stop cooking! Well, at least for now, because our new oven won’t be here till Monday. So far I’ve made oatmeal in the microwave and enjoyed a delicious Chipotle dinner. Hmm, maybe this isn’t so bad after all! The last thing I would share over coffee is, I’m reading this book, which has gotten a lot of buzz this year: It’s a re-telling of Cinderella from the stepmother’s point of view. I would have said I’m not interested in fairy tale re-tellings, but this is GOOD! I’m really enjoying it. What would you tell me over coffee? Have you read this book? Any advice for my existential crisis? Has your oven door ever exploded?