Blueberry love

Today I went on a walk with Diesel which thankfully tired him out. Then I got ready to go to lunch. It was a sniper wife lunch: Katrina, Amy, and Me. We ate at the Wonder Garden Cafe. Good food; good company. :)

I then proceeded to the commissary, filled the truck with gas, and came home to find our previous beggars asking me questions. They wanted to know if our girl dog was a pit, how many rooms are in the house, and informed me there are male pits "still with balls" (the girls said) that wander the neighborhood so if my dog is in heat, I should keep her away so she doesn't get "knocked up." HAHA I kid you not. Then, hand-in-hand, the crack lesbians walked off. I think I said maybe two words to them and they still talked to me like I was interested. I feel bad, but STRANGER DANGER!!!! Ignoring them was my instinct.

I decided to fill the house with a yummy smell so I made Kyle blueberry muffins. They are so so good! I already had one. I only have one cupcake pan that has 6 things. I filled them and then had an additional really small pyrex dish. I put them in the oven. Smells of delicious blueberries filled the house followed by a burnt smell. Then smoke alarm noises blaring scaring the puppy bounces off the walls and ceiling of our home. Diesel runs outside, I wave a towel in front of the alarm and turn off the oven. I open all the doors and start a fan. I filled the pans with too much mix and blueberry gooey-ness is all over me, the hot pads, the oven and counter. I laugh because it is just my luck and don't want to cry. I know that they will still be OK, though. I clean up and put the remains back in the oven. Kyle will be proud because he won't know how I almost ruined everything. :)

Tonight for dinner we are having garlic chicken, green beans and baked potatoes. I hope the potatoes turn out. They are the left overs from mom's visit where they didn't cook.

Dear John plays at the drive-in. Maybe I can convince Kyle to take me tomorrow night after I get home from my readiness training.