Thank you all for your kind words about Buster yesterday. I'm sure he's trotting those streets in doggie heaven, the ones lined with gold fire hydrants and mail boxes, and is now eating all-beef hotdogs straight from the Master's feast table. It makes me feel better, anyway, that he's not suffering anymore.
Meanwhile, my house is in need of serious attention. I did manage to unpack my suitcase yesterday, but the laundry awaits me. Why is it that laundry ALWAYS awaits me???
I had planned on this great post with pictures from our wedding weekend, but most of them are dark and/or blurry and require more touchup than I have patience for today. Besides, three hungry boys spent the night with Neal (12) last night, so I'm going to go whip up my mother-in-law's famous pancakes for them (They just got up. Wonder what time they fell asleep last night?). Then, I'm going to go find where I left off about a week ago and reclaim a semblance of control of my house.
In case you're in pancake mood, here's the easy, awesome recipe:
2 c. milk
1/4 c. oil
2 T. sugar
2 c. flour
4 T. baking powder (yes, that's tablespoons)
1 t. salt
Mix wet ingredients together and then stir in the dry.
I use an ice cream scoop (the kind with the little sliding thing) for scooping the batter (it is fairly thick) onto the griddle.
Will see you tomorrow!