OK, funny story that my children should take as a warning that both dh and I are losing our minds. Months ago, we put away the big coffee pot, since dh and Linnea were mainly making espresso with Anne-Chloe's espresso machine. We took it out this week and it was found to have baking soda in the carafe and in a filter, so it doesn't smell like nasty rancid old coffee. The problem? Neither dh nor I remember PUTTING the baking soda in there and are each accusing the other of being the brilliant person who did that, LOL.
My aunt and my mom are here and my nutlet is back from Louisiana. She had a great time, though appears to have terminally stained her favorite dress. My mom is both more clear that I expected (knows where she is, knows one of the cats, remembers where she was) but also confused as to WHY she is here, and last night kept on thinking she'd come in from Tunisia and couldn't figure out why she didn't have to through customs.
My aunt and my mom are here and my nutlet is back from Louisiana. She had a great time, though appears to have terminally stained her favorite dress. My mom is both more clear that I expected (knows where she is, knows one of the cats, remembers where she was) but also confused as to WHY she is here, and last night kept on thinking she'd come in from Tunisia and couldn't figure out why she didn't have to through customs.