Helper Monkey!

Yesterday we ran over to Lowe’s to pick up a few things and as we were headed to the checkout, one of the clerks said to Noah, “Hey – look at the baby over there!” and pointed. I thought that was a little weird — great, a baby. I just want to pay and leave. But oh no, it was not just any baby. It was a lady who was holding a Black Spider Monkey. He was wearing pants and little sweatshirt and was so small. She said she also puts a diaper on him and he has his own room at home, filled with toys. The boys loved the monkey! I, personally, thought that although it was cute, it was a little odd to bring a monkey into a home improvement store, but hey — to each his or her own, right? Drew petted its little head. I kept my distance because I have this irrational fear of monkeys (they kind of creep me out). But it certainly made the day interesting!

Happy Hour

It’s well after 5, finally. Today I decided to try a new cocktail. I found the recipe in the current (March 2007) issue of Food & Wine magazine. Do you like vanilla? Do you like bourbon? (I’m looking at you, Miss Lisanne!). Then this is for you. I couldn’t find a lemon since the boys were tossing it around like a ball earlier this afternoon, so I had to do without a garnish. Though in hindsight, I could have thrown a marachino cherry in there. Anyway… The recipe:

Indian Summer

1.5 oz. Bianco vermouth
1.5 oz. bourbon (I used Maker’s Mark)

Fill pint glass 2/3 with ice. Add vermouth and bourbon. Stir. Strain into cocktail glass. Garnish with lemon twist.

And It’s Not Even 9AM

A little rundown of how awesome my day has been so far:

  • Around 12:30 this morning I awoke to someone looming over my side of the bed. I screamed, my heart was racing, and I lept up. Turns out it was Jake who was scared for some reason and who I obviously scared even more with my reaction.
  • I then heard music coming from somewhere in the house (I heard it through the baby monitor), and realized the TV was on in the living room. I know I shut if off before bed, so then I was freaked out and couldn’t get back to sleep for a while.
  • Noah started making noise around 4 and I had to drag my sorry ass out of bed around 4:50
  • I broke a plate. (At least I hate them.)
  • Someone put a dime in my tea and I didn’t realize it until I was at the bottom of my mug.
  • I burned my egg.
  • Noah dumped his bowl of canned apricots on the braided rug.
  • Both boys are rather needy today and I have a lot I want/need to get done.

Hello, March? Yeah, you’re not starting out well. Please, someone, tell me today will get better!