Mother Nature, You've Been Warned

There is a frost advisory tonight in the Burgh. You want to know WHY there is a frost advisory in very late April in Pittsburgh? Because of this:

And this:

Oh, and this:

And don't forget about this:

And this:

And finally, this:

Uh huh. The one and only time EVER that I manage to get the containers on the deck all spiffy before Memorial Day and we have a frost advisory. I swear on a package of gummy worms, if so much as one speck of frost or one single solitary snowflake touches one of my plants, I'm going to go Britney Spears Shaved Head Crazy on Mother Nature.

Grr.

Sunday Notes on Monday

Yeah, so I fell behind on a few things, so I'm catching up tonight. Deal with it.

- Because TicketMaster recognizes that I am the master of the online ticket-buying universe, I was able to acquire a pair of tickets to yesterday's Penguins playoff game. Lesser beings would have sent the Toddler to a babysitter and made the game an adult activity, but we are brave souls who were willing to see if she could go 3 for 3 on being well-behaved while watching the Pens win. She did. She spent part of the game watching the "Penins skatin," part of the game playing with the completely unnecessary earplugs I brought in preparation for playoff level noise, and the rest of the game searching high and low for Iceburgh. Alexis rocks and so do the Penguins.

- The only thing worse than having mother truckin' worms in your saltwater aquarium is catching one of those worms (a BIG one, too!), sticking it in a little cup with the goal of flushing it in a few minutes, forgetting about it for two days, and then having to smell the odorific nastiness that is a worm two days decayed. I was thisclose to barfing when I flushed that sucker. I swear those stupid worms just keep finding ways to get under my skin.

- Alexis has a new favorite television program, Dancing with the Stars. The girl Waltzes and Fox Trots and generally shimmies and shakes her little hiney all over the living room when it's on. I need to get video because it nearly makes me fall over laughing every time. Have I ever mentioned that she dances about as well as Elaine on Seinfeld? Yeah. I need video.

- I think it's about darn time the Blogging Moms of Pittsburgh (and anybody else who is close enough to drive on in) held a little get-together. I mean, I've been wanting to meet you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and I already know you and you are awesome, so why not get us all together in one place at one time? Here's the thing, though, I don't like to do decisions. So, jump over here and we'll figure this whole thing out. Spread the word, too, so that we can have as much fun as possible. (I know the layout is beyond wretched and fully intend to fix it soon. Just pretend you didn't notice how very very bad it is, mmkay?) Let's keep the discussions of said get-together over there so as to not make our non-Pittsburgh friends incredibly jealous. Which they should be.

My Love is Absolutely For Sale

A certain someone has been practically begging me to dish on how to get a shout out here (she's very attention-deprived, that someone, but she's also funny). Let me just tell you, Sarah has it all figured out. One word: cookies. Just take a look at what showed up in my mail on Saturday:

Aaaaaaaaaahh yeaaaaaaaaaah!

Yeah, so Sarah says that she makes cookies for her kids practically every day. I know, she's trying to make the rest of us look bad. I jokingly commented on one of her blog posts that she should totally feel free to send me a few of those cookies and! and! AND! then I got an email from her that said, "OK!"

Uh huh. Who am I to argue with a woman who is offering to send me cookies? I could never do that. That would be anti-American. And wrong.

BTW, if I were her kid, I would weigh 800 pounds cause yummmmm . . . the perfectably underbaked mushy/melty when warm chocolate chip cookies are enough to send me into a a blissful universe unlike any other. I hereby declare my love for all things Lemony Sarah. Especially her chocolate chip cookies.

If anybody else wants to send me food, I won't hate it. Just sayin'.