Do I overcomplicate things? Or do I complicate things just the right amount?
Maybe I should ask Mr. Owl from those old Tootsie Roll commercials.
What I’m trying to say is: The world may never know.
Our house smells like pho’. Well, I think so anyway. Dave’s sniffer smells Indian food. All day, potpourri with cinnamon sticks, cardamom, and other herbs has been simmering on the stovetop creating this mouth-watering smell that’s left me with a hankering for Vietnamese soup.
It’s too much; I need to distract myself. By looking up where and when I can get pho next? Yes, that should work.
Ok, so I have a break from 11 am to 1pm tomorrow. One minute, I need to run downstairs.
Dave said he’s in! Pho tomorrow, baby!
Two Muscovy duck eggs are incubating at a farm nearby. Soon their little beaks will crack through their shells and their tiny bodies will struggle their way into existence. And that’s when I’ll get a call. “Jaclynn, your ducks are ready.” And I will remain calm, I will. And I will politely say thank you, be right over. And the whole time I’ll internally be a cheerleader whose boyfriend just completed the game-winning touchdown.
Construction on a duck habitat begins this weekend. I’ll make sure to post photos of it as we go.
That about does it for today. I hope it was a good one!
Love,
Jaclynn
P.S. From Tootsie.com: “A group of engineering students from Purdue University reported that its licking machine, modeled after a human tongue, took an average of 364 licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. Twenty of the group’s volunteers assumed the licking challenge-unassisted by machinery and averaged 252 licks each to the center.”
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