Panty Party!

About a week ago, I housesat for some friends of mine, Jess and Luke. Before leaving for their trip, Luke kept mentioning how nice it would be if he returned to a home filled with the "good vibes" left over from a panty party. I took his recommendation into some creative (yet realistic) thought, and planned on leaving panties strewn about the house, as well as a berry pie filled with some nudie dolls (displayed as having a party of their own). Sadly, my creative endeavors and my time slots for such things rarely go hand in hand. I was scheduled to work each day, and on the final day, I pulled into the driveway after work, only a few tire stretches before my friends. This left no time for the decorations, but I did find time, a few days later, to bake the pie. I present to you the Blackberry Apple Panty Party. I didn't try it, but it got great reviews from Jess and Luke, and I'm sure I'll be making it again in the future. It's a recipe from Martha Stewart, so you know it's gonna be tasty. If you're up for it, you can find it here. Although, if you're looking for some sexy ladies (and cat faces with sunglasses), in Martha's pie, you'll be sorely disappointed. Take that, Martha! [I didn't mean it! I love you!!!] Anyways, although it's far less elaborate than planned, this is my version; the better version (duh).

Note: Going to Michael's at 9:15 at night, and swiftly dodging the door guard, to buy one bag of nude mini barbie dolls (with severed legs), may label you as a creep.

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Tuesdays With Cecile

Every Tuesday, I babysit for two little girls, Cecile (age 4) and Cora (age 1). A few Tuesdays past, I surprised Cecile with a tea party, whilst her sister took her normal two-hour nap. Cecile and I shook the dust off of our "finest dresses" (mine, a little more dusty than hers), and made a go for it. In true fashion, we ate only the finest. I planned a menu which included: Quiche, Curried Pumpkin Soup, Cucumber Sandwiches, Raspberry Scones, Mascarpone Cream-Filled (and chocolate covered) Strawberries, and all sorts of desserts (bought at a local French bakery). We sipped Yorkshire tea, with cream and sugar, and filled our bellies a little too full. A little unorthodoxly, Cecile chose her desserts by plunging her little pinkies into each and every item, and remarking simply, "Good," or "No, no." At one point in the feast, nearing the end, we both looked at each other, and without a word, dropped our backs to the grass and stretched in the sun, trying to make more room for food; her giggling all the while. It was a sunny, and lovely, afternoon, and in typical 4-year-old fashion, Cecile made quite a display of her food and drink upon the sheet which we sat, saying hurriedly, "You can wash it!" after any and all spills. I can't believe that I get paid to have tea parties with this kid. Such a nice day.

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