sunday fun-day.

Yesterday was so fun.

I went to breakfast with my roommate, Bax, and his friends who were traveling across the country from Boston to Santa Maria, CA (HOLY CATS that's a long drive) and just fell in lurv with them. When we got back to the house, I started making granola to send to one of my friends who's deployed (one day he told me that if he could have homemade granola, Greek yogurt and my mom's canned peaches every day, that would be about the best thing ever). Seeing what I was doing, one of Bax's friends said, "What are you making?" "Granola," I replied, "I'm sending it to my friend who's bummin' his mish right now." OK, I didn't really say bummin' his mish, but that's basically what I said and what he's doing. I digress . . . "WOW, you're like the nicest girlfriend ever, huh?" he said. I just thought I'd send a little love is all.

It's one of my favorite things to do. Don't for one second think that I didn't send a 30-lb box of love to Kyle-face when he peaced for his little adventure . . . because there's nothing like spreading love.

Cheesy? Yes. But someone's gotta say and do it.

I spent the rest of the day making salsa, putting in some leg work at the gym, cutting the grass, finishing up the garden with Bax (we were trying, unsuccessfully, to come up with old spirituals to sing, pretending like we were on the chain gang . . . ) and getting into a couple of quality heart-to-hearts, chatting up one of my best friends, THEN finishing a second batch of salsa. We now have 21 (count 'em!) jars of deliciously spicy salsa. Yesssss.

My hands still smell like peppers and onions. Gross. AND I still have 5 huge bowls of peppers to get creative with . . . crap.