I can eat crunchy peanut butter now.
I was at the grocery store and realized that I can buy crunchy peanut butter. So, I'm eating a PB&J with crunchy peanut butter now. Oh man, this is living.
I still need to have creamy peanut butter when the girls come over. The last weekend that I had the girls, Lila tried a crunchy peanut butter sandwich and handed it back to me after a few bites. It hurts my teeth,
she said.
Stories and kiddie-coffee
I had the girls this weekend, and before I brought them back this evening, we went for kiddie-coffee at a Beaners. Or, the B
as Lila calls it. Kiddie-coffee is, of course, a vanilla steamer, not too hot.
So, we sat around the table, sharing a lemon scone, the girls dipping their fingers into the foam on top of the steamers, and telling stories. I finished the Wash-ching-geka story about the ant-monster—Lila filled in some parts—and Eva, my two year old, hopped onto my lap and began her story.
"Once upon a time, a monster!" She growled and arched her fingers up in the air. "And a girl monster! Arrrrr!" she said, louder. Her nose wrinkled and she made a scary face at Lila. Lila looked at me in mock-shock. "And then..." she began to babble for a minute and she and Lila began to giggle.
"I thirsty," said she, and reached for her steamer. Spoken like a true story-teller. Wore her throat right out.
Techie error text

As I logged in to a local coffee shop wireless network, I got this message. I took a snapshot because I thought the error text was telling. Clearly, a programmer wrote it.
Else you can always goto following url to logout…
Here's the thing: nobody actually says else
and goto
isn't actually a word. And, instead of url
, why not just say, Or, you can logout at http://1.1.1.1/logout.html.
Shooting update
Adam, Andy, and I went out shooting again today. It was a beautiful day for it: just a little windy, blue sky, and up in the fifites, I think.
I shot my Clark .45 for the first time in a very long time, and shot some okay groups. There were a few in the white, but most of the shots were in the black.
And, I shot my best timed fire score, a 97, since I've started shooting again. I had three nines and seven tens--I don't remember how many Xs. We started at fifty yards, and I had some acceptable slow fire targets in the mid-eighties.
Both Adam and Andy also shot very well. It looks to me like each time we've gone out shooting, their groups get tighter and the fliers become fewer.