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Hi There and Hello.

It's Wednesday, folks, and I suppose that about the only thing significant there is that it is not Saturday or Monday, or Thursday or any of the other days that are not in fact Wednesday.  I've always been kind of fond of Wednesday, to tell you the truth.  I think of it as "even" or "balanced" like my favorite number, the 8. 
You know, the same on the top and bottom. 

Because, you realize of course that I so very much like to think of myself as even-keeled and balanced and honestly, I'm afraid nothing could be farther from the truth.

The Chief would perhaps use as an illustration of this point the following:  Monday evening when he came home I had carefully positioned one of his large building levels on the (previously aforementioned unlevel) bed in an attempt to prove that " I really am going to fall off of this horribly uneven thing" and "it's really not all in my head, Chief, really."

And while I could see a flicker of concern in his eyes, he felt led to school me on the fact that I had really chosen the wrong level for this particular instance, and I would be much more convincing if I had set up the laser level and shot little lines all over the room, and then called in the guys from NASA to consult, and maybe written up some kind of proposal, and included perhaps a flow chart and definitely some spreadsheets.


The Chief loves a good spreadsheet.

Anyhoo. Me? Balanced?  Probably, ummmm... NO.

But my favorite number will remain The 8, and I will continue my good relationship with Wednesday,

Thank You.


Let's move on to Weegie.  Bless his little Gimp-Legged heart.

He has a torn ACL, y'all.  

An injury wrought from either his obsessive football play, or perhaps too much snowboarding.  
I mean, It is just so very hard to tell. 

The Vet gave us (well, him) some Anti-inflammatory medication along with some pain pills.  And we will try that for ten days or so before determining if he needs to have surgery.

If, in fact, he does need surgery, I may have to slack up considerably on the blogging as I will immediately have to begin robbing banks or other types of financial institutions that, you know, have LARGE QUANTITIES of money on hand.

And just a heads up - I will be taking applications and conducting interviews for my Get-Away Driver soon.

I really can't be expected to do everything myself, now can I?


And finally, The Whoopie Pie.

It's a long story.  But I'll be brief.

It starts with me thinking that I really needed a new blouse or two.

And, I told myself, I have been very disciplined with my spending for the last month or so.

SO if I HAPPENED to drive up to Market Street, and there HAPPENED to be a convenient parking spot near one of my favorite little stores it would be a sign.  A sign, of course, straight from God that the little shopping trip was actually ordained by The Almighty, and who am I to ignore an ordained shopping excursion?

Amen?

Anyway, I found what I thought was the most lovely blouse.  A perfect color, perfect fit, perfect everything, except I noticed that I thought the price tag said $117.00, and since I was wearing my new spiffy glasses which actually allow me to, you know, SEE, I was pretty darn sure that I was clear on the price.

So I simultaneously laughed and cried and carefully placed that lovely teal blue blouse with the awesome embroidery around the neck back on the rack and went down to Sur la Table and bought myself a Whoopie Pie baking pan on sale for $9.95.

I am nothing if not totally practical.

I then came home and made Whoopie Pies.

And I learned a few Whoopie Pie lessons, y'all.

1.  No one, I repeat, no one needs a Whoopie Pie baking pan.  Even if you feel justified buying it at a sale price, because you would never, never in The Chief's wildest dreams spend $117.00 on a blouse you really didn't need even though it was PERFECT.  

If you want to make Whoopie Pies, you can just use a regular baking sheet.  Please trust me on this.

2.  If you are nonetheless convinced that you  do need a Whoopie Pie pan, then buy yourself two.  You'll thank me in the long run.

3. The Whoopie Pies you make will probably be lumpy and ugly, not at all like the ones on the pan. 

And finally

#4.  Even though God is always watching out for me and you during these "annointed shopping trips",  he does expect a little common sense on our part.  I noticed He had gone to the trouble to include a little "disclaimer" on the pan...

So again I say, Please Don't Be Me.

Have nothing other than a lovely day.

Lu