Everything's Peachy!

Hey, remember that time that Kat posted about how she had waffles? Actually, I think it was pancakes initially but there ended up being waffles...remember that? And do you remember how I suddenly got all obsessed with waffles? I thought about waffles a lot.

Then there was that day that we got dismissed early from school and, instead of going home like a sane person would in such weather, I went to the discount store. I'd seen waffle irons on the Ultra-Super-Discounted-Table-Of-Stuff-No-One-Else-Would-Buy and no amount of ice on the roads would deter me from getting one before they were all gone.

Remember how I did that? Remember?

I have gotten in the habit of purchasing the cheaper tools to satisfy my obsessions. One never knows if the whole thing is going to stick or if it's a mere passing fancy. I have cupboards and closets filled to bursting with stuff that I simply had to have lest I perish only to learn that I wasn't really as invested in the task as I thought.

But waffles? They stuck. I'd only ever had waffles from a box in the freezer section at my house. "Real" waffles were for the gourmets, I thought. But when you have that first Disney Princess Waffle fresh off that five dollar iron, you become a convert, I suppose...

My life is now dedicated to Waff-ooz. Any day I get to have Waff-ooz is a good one.

Today, I had peach waff-ooz. Very yummy!

The best part is that I still have waffles in the freezer. A typical "batch" produces far more than I can consume in one sitting, even with my hearty appetite. So there are usually one or two (or more) waiting for me in the freezer should I designate it to be a Waff-oo Day.

There is even a Waff-oo song which is dutifully warbled when the Disney Waffle Iron comes out of the cupboard. But we don't need to get into that now. I'm just adding it as an "interesting detail." No need to dwell...

Today wasn't the most exciting of days. I had to make an emergency soda run and that involved some artful navigating around the tourists who had also apparently run out of fizzy beverages. I started a dishcloth, only to rip it out when it and my math skills had a serious disagreement over how numbers should work. I ended up starting another one of a more boring variety and that wasn't really enough to keep me awake once the air turned a bit muggy. I spent the bulk of the day in a daze before a SpongeBob SquarePants marathon and wondering how many other middle aged women were doing this sort of thing. I came to the conclusion that there probably weren't many, but I couldn't help myself. SpongeBob is sort of mesmerizing and it's easy to lose a day before you come to your senses and realize that you are probably going to be the only one in the retirement home demanding cartoons in the not-so-distant-future.

But the day started with peach waff-ooz and that is enough to make it a good one. Some girls need diamonds, some need furs...I'm happy if there is enough syrup to fill each and every nook.

Today, I rinsed off some blackberries. I'm seeing another Designated Day Of Waff-ooz in the near future.

SA