A Mixed Bag of Tricks

So here's the week at a glance:

Parents visited. Went swimmingly. Lots of pipe organs and HIGH MASS. Hutch was on her best behavior. You know how good Hutch is with parents . . .

Sprained ankle. Carting the 55 lb suitcase of the mother who packed an entire bag of "canadian apples" in her case. (side note - why are there no Jonathan Apples in Quebec? They are the BEST)

Caught a cold/fever/chill/cough . . . blah. And there are essays and journals languishing on  my dining table, begging to be graded and all I can do is lie on the couch and watch HBO movies.

Thanksgiving head count: 11
Chairs in the condo: 6

Hutch will not allow either stovetop stuffing OR green bean casserole.
(side note - she did buy me a single serving of stovetop - just add water)

Got a the yummiest of yummy surprises this evening - Hutch brought home a bag from LUSH. OH Laura, Laura. Laura - I get it now!
Am in love with the soap and the soap and the rubbing bar that turns into body butter . . . laws.

And now it's time for Supernatural.  So it's all good.