I still think you chili is wrong, Steph, but glad you got some.

These are Juliette tomatoes. I'll just see.

Yeah, I go mostly by color. A good robust red.
 
Got all purple stuff at the farmers market today. Except the rolls. They were brown. And delicious! I always try to buy something I can eat Right Now OMG nom, because otherwise my body complains in anticipation of the veggie nom.
 
And oh! It turns out there is, in fact, a CSA here, with pickup at the market. I am too late even for the short season, but now I know. They also have a pig share, a quarter (25lbs?) for $200. Is that a lot? It seems like a lot. I`m pretty sure I paid less than that per pound for my half a cow.
 
Had a nice swim this evening. I did 10 laps of 50 strokes this time. I found my goggles, so I started working on my crawl and breaststroke too. I am seriously bad. But I will get better! It was ok for me to look goofy and pop up spluttering every two strokes, though, because unlike last time, I had the entire lake to myself. Blissful. Now I am tired and my arms are sore. But it is ok because we are chillaxing. Th boy and dog are on the deck. I came in because of the skeeters, because I am freshly showered.

I also shouldn't have gone, at least to the memorial service, as I giggled like i was on drugs.

I don't remember now what set us off, but my sister and I giggled like crazy persons for about five minutes during the minister's eulogy at my mom's funeral. We'd been under so much stress, and she and I are both prone to releasing stress with uncontrollable fits of laughter. Better than breaking stuff, I guess! Thankfully it was hot and we both had fans. We hid behind our fans and pretended to be sobbing. Which, with the tears, wasn't hard to do. Mom would have been laughing too. There was one time she and I, when I was a kid, nearly had to leave church because we couldn't stop laughing at something the minister (mis-)said during the sermon.

Yay for skyline! And I had pears and havarti cheese and rolls for dinner. Yum.

I love when my mother speaks at funerals. She always has me cracking up. I want her to speak at my funeral. Except, you know, ugh.

I felt bad about my grandma's funeral, but my mom and dad are really practical and I had paid for everything, and they were like "Well, it's just the burial, so go."

So I went. If they had wanted me to stay, I would have, but I am firmly of the opinion that funerals are for the living, and I didn't care about anyone's feelings but theirs, so...

Since I don't do funerals, a previously planned vacation sounds like a perfect excuse to me.

They have on their menu the option of the chili over a baked potato. OH MY GOD SO GOOD. Seriously. I am so happy.

Chili Cheese Skyfries. IJS.

I am seriously bad. But I will get better! It was ok for me to look goofy and pop up spluttering every two strokes,

Doesn't matter. I'm apparently scary at my Y. When we have to do circle swim, the lifeguards tell me which lane to use. But the thing is? The guy who can barely do half a length and is spluttering mercilessly, but keeps trying the entire time I am in the water? I admire him. I actually feel bad when he asks what I've swum, because my distance is not his distance. I'll compete with other swimmers like me, but not those still figuring it out. Been there.

At my maternal grandmother's funeral, our entire side of the church burst into laughter due to my wee cousin's acting up. Pastor just said "It's good to have so many Ps in the pews today!" They were notorious for cracking the congregation up!

So I'm really impressed with this carpenter I hired.

does she work in DC? I would love to work with someone like that.