Muffins Ahoy!

We love our new neighbors. They are young and fun and not weirdos, which is a blessing what with the current nutjobs we have in this neighborhood. There is a good deal of talking over the fence, handing across of beers and slices of cake, and all around friendly attitudes. Last week, R (code name for male neighbor) brought T.G. and I two cups of homemade sangria while we were out in the backyard gardening. (well, I was gardening...T.G. was watching and holding Little Guy) It was GOOD. Mmmmm. Hopefully this doesn't make T.G. and I sound like big drinkers, we aren't. I have about three beers a year and a handful of wine type thingies, but I do appreciate a nice Sangria on a hot day. Anyhow, V (code name for the female neighbor) is a great baker. I know this because yesterday she showed up at our front door with an enormous basket full of muffins for us, thereby endearing herself to me forever. (anyone who knows me will tell you that I NEVER refuse a nice fat carb, EVER) The muffins were a thank you for this rigamarole we assisted them with recently regarding leaking roofs and lawsuits. She really didn't need to thank us, as we were happy to help, but HOORAY MUFFINS! I am also told that she makes awesome tamales and am currently trying to figure out how to finagle one. I am a sucker for mexican cooking. Little Guy and I had muffins and eggs for breakfast with a nice helpng of fruit salad that T.G. bought us at the farmers market. The muffins are ridiculously good. So good, in fact, that I shall not let T.G. take any to work as I had originally planned, but shall freeze the ones we can't eat right away instead. Now I must come up with something to thank them for, so I can bake them cookies. I love baking cookies. Sadly, I don't think I can bake them cookies as a thank you for the muffins as the muffins themselves are a thank you for the rigamarole assistance. Hm.
In other news: T. G.'s parents are visiting next week for Little Guy's birthday and thus I must get the entire house in order prior to their visit. It's not that the house is a pigsty or anything, it's just that well...two busy adults and one small person live here with two rather insane dogs and things tend to get messy quickly. Plus things get put off, and pile up, and dust accumulates in record time around here. (dog related probably, but EW dog dust! ugh!) Since his parents live down south, and his mother is an exceptional housekeeper, I like to have things perfect before they arrive. Of course, this lasts ten seconds as they usually bring boxes of stuff for us and things get set about everywhere with no regard to neatness immediately. I'm not complaining though. I mean, hello? I love my in-laws and one does not complain about getting gifts. Gifts are lovely.
Speaking of gifts, I had the nicest first Mother's Day. T. G. got me a little birthstone baby with Little Guy's birthstone and two t-shirts of his favorite band, and a gorgeous apron from Country Living with big pink flowers on it. I know what you are thinking. Two t-shirts from HIS favorite band? Yes. But, I really like the band too, and he was so excited about them. He also got himself some t-shirts which means now we have t-shirts in common and possibly I'm lame for thinking this, but I am sort of all melty and affectionate about that. Anyhow, it's Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers, and I'll happily wear their shirts. So whee!!!! Happy Mother's Day to me!
We got T.G.'s mother a subscription to Better Homes and Gardens, and my mother a Russian Sage plant, so all mothers were happy all around.
I have a dog behind me snoring away with her little body all curled up and round paws in a little heap in front. She could not be cuter. Now, if only she didn't shed, she'd be perfect.