I think I'll have chili tonight

With cheese and crushed up Fritos. It's easy, it has protein, and it's not a cheese or tuna sandwich, what more could I ask in the way of diversity?! Actually, Brinicio bought the makings for some fabulous pitas, and we've kind of been living on those for a while. First, however, I'll probably need to go put away all the dishes I just washed. We have a bit of an ant problem here in my lovely house-that-I-really-don't-want-to-leave and I'm trying to nip it by actually keeping food out of reach. Imagine!

So, I have come to the conclusion that the whiny, petulant, "but Uncle Owen!" Luke Skywalker, while obnoxious, is in some ways infinitely better than sanctimonious, "more Forceful than thou" Luke Skywalker. Just so you know. The former doesn't go off on these wild flights of "I will not fight you, Father" and martyred hand-folding like the latter indulges in, especially in the books after the original trilogy. I still love Luke, don't get me wrong, but I don't think I could ever marry him. Imagine the angst! "Will I grow up to be my father? Will the Dark Side carry me away?" Which, if I've heard correctly, it does in at least one novel. Hmm, I just realized that the last paragraph has smacked of bitterness, but it really is directed towards Luke. I've been listening to books on tape that my brother's friend David lent me, bless him, and some things are just more and more apparent with every book Luke appears in.

You will all be thrilled to know that most of my plants are surviving. The pansies have taken the heat very badly and I don't know if they will resurface next year (sadly, since I had very pretty pansies this year). My jasmine is taking over its corner of the patio and the butterfly bush is going to be as tall as me, soon, rather like certain young ladies who.... great sunshine in the morning, Ellie is eleven and I missed it!!! I am such a bad auntie!!!!!! But I'm sure she's been having too much fun at CA Youth Camp to really worry about it that much.

Life has been interesting in the last month. Moo just moved out, up to the big city, leaving Brinicio and I alone and big-screen-TV-less, which has increased our reading to rather astounding levels. During the two weeks of Campmeeting (weekends are awful), I managed to do most of the hiring for the Jackson County Fair and I'm not bald. It's a miracle from heaven. I think I lost some more weight, though, which is becoming distinctly ridiculous. Whatever happened to stress-eating, huh?!? Ah well, speaking of food, I'm feeling a bit peckish, and that chili is calling to me, although I probably will regret it later.