Friday Flotsam

Frrrrrrrehdeh! Flehtsehm!

Do you want to know what the world needs now? (besides love, sweet love)

A MINI PLUNGER.

I said what I said. A mini plunger! You can also call it baby plunger if you’re lacking a substantial amount of joy in your life. We’ve had an issue with our (newish!) garbage disposal (as if something’s not ALWAYS happening here pertaining to any number of large or small appliances my lord), because the thing doesn’t have a reset button. Doesn’t have a reset button! What idiot at the factory decided not to give a garbage disposal a reset button. I live for the thrill of the reset button! (<–severely needs friends) You stick the little crank in, wiggle wiggle, press the little red reset button on its cylindrical anus, and off ya go. Fixed. It works.

NOT THIS ONE. And it’s not like I’m putting tree limbs down the damn thing. Normal stuff like table scraps and eggs shells (which I’ve recently heard is a no no and I want to scream.) Anyway, it won’t grind. And now we have to replace it because there is no reset button to right what is wrong. Curses!

BUT.

BUT.

In the meantime Aaron bought a mini plunger and I about fell apart. It is so cute. It is the baby dachshund of plungers. It’s not huge and gross like a toilet plunger. It’s teeny! Just big enough to fit over the sink drain and works its magic.

Ya know you’ve reached a new low when a baby plunger makes you swoon.

. . .Are we okay?

Aaron took this stealth photo of me last weekend and I have to say, I love it! It needs to live somewhere so I’m putting it here for proof. I normally wear a sunhat so don’t come at me with a pointy finger.

I will tell you, I have since pulled the yellowing leaf off the fiddle fig (I know that’s driving you crazy!) and plan to get our Swedish Ivy hanging plants this weekend to give the posts some dramatic, drapey life. Puts flowers in pots. Do the whole thing. I know it’s unsettling to see a spring patio without color. I’m getting there, simmer down!

Also I finished The Correspondent (was reading it in this photo) and OMGGGGGG. I’ve already filmed my Book Tasting episode because I was coming apart at the seams and will violently post today by 4pm. Please watch. We must discuss! How are we to go on?!

Also, how are we always almost out of ketchup? We’re not even that huge of a ketchup family. Yet we’re always always “almost out of ketchup.”

Now a ranch family we are. And by we I mean me. I am a ranch family. I make ranch all the time. I eat ranch all the time. I should not be putting these words on a blog. Yet here we are. I’ve already confessed my love of a baby plunger, what more harm can be done?

BUT – ketchup?! Always almost out. And I buy the ketchup, you guys. And I swear you to midnight fridge aliens are slurping the ketchup (ew) because I SWEAR I just bought some. We have not been eating all the ketchup. Where does this ketchup go?!

Actually, I need to whip up a fresh jar of ranch today. Please just love me.

Weekend plans?

Aaron’s birthday is on Sunday so we’ll keep it light and festive. Will’s D&D club is coming over after school today for their campaign. (is that what it’s called? I have no idea.) so I need to grab a couple of frozen pizzas for their hang. And the ranch! See, I need to make the ranch!

Will hit an estate sale later this morning and maybe a garden center for the Swedish Ivy plants mentioned above. I know you’re stressing over it! Read a bunch, go to bed early, get some flowers arranged. That’s all we got. Divine.

From this week – I get manage to get a recipe posted. Air Fryer Asian Chicken with Rice. It’s really, really good. And here’s that video.

OH ALSO – my Spotify had some jank setting toggled which didn’t show all my playlists. But I fixed it and here you go! Everything is there. I know you’ve been completely losing your mind over it. 🙂

Tell me what’s for dinner tonight. (Also, can you spot THE BABY PLUNGER?)