Parking Lot Bliss

I love how parking lots are no longer burdened with those cement barriers; the ones that tell you when you've pulled in to the parking spot far enough, thank-you-very-much. Do you know how much it costs to fix a car that's driven over one of those innocuous looking lumps? And besides, I think I know well enough when I've adequately fitted my car into a parking spot; I don't need a piece of cement to school me.

Mostly though, I very much enjoy taking advantage those parking spots that are empty on both sides by pulling all the way forward into the next spot. I adore it. The joy that comes from saving seven and a half seconds by not having to drive backwards when it's time to go home makes me feel, in a word, smart.

Those double empty spots can be elusive and it's not every day I'm able to acquire one. But when I do it's like a gift. Like the universe saying, "you are so clever...why don't you take a little extra time in Target since you are so efficient."

By the way, the universe also says to browse the book section to get library book ideas and to buy the toffee popcorn canister on aisle 12. Honest...it's not me, it's the universe.

In Which I Spare You The Egg Pun

The other day I was making a cake that called for 3 eggs. Odd numbers of eggs, at least for me, alway present a little puzzle: Which side of the egg carton will end up with the extra egg? Can I rearrange the remaining eggs so the carton is better balanced? Should I just use 4 eggs for the sake of egg carton symmetry? You see, I like an even, balanced egg carton; it's a matter of common sense, really.

Generally, my egg carton strategy is to use the eggs from the outside and work in, keeping the sides as equal as possible. This way, when the carton is pulled from the fridge, you aren't misled by a very light side that then becomes a very heavy side once the whole carton is off the shelf.

Plus, don't my grade AA's look prettier in the carton this way?

Pass It On

It occurs that as a Society we ought to have a secret handshake or something that identifies us to other Miniver-ians (-ites? -ettes is a little on the spirit squad side.). In the nature of gang signs that we could flash each other outside our theoretical wrong-side-of-the-tracks mini-market, we could carry a talisman that would discreetly whisper our allegiance to the cause when we meet in semi-upscale department stores. Maybe a green alligator daily planner, or a Chrysanthemum scarf, or a small fire cracker, or a Guy Fawkes effigy pin...Maybe a whispered "Scotland wins" would be more to the point.

In lieu of that I vote we all correct people when they try to shoehorn us into that awful, truncated, defeminizating "Ms." I am Missus Dominguez. Or Senora, if you will. My daughter is Miss!

The Mrs. Miniver Society

The Mrs. Miniver Society

While browsing through some second hand kitchenware I came across these milk glass green cups. We need small cups at our house and I loved these so. There was also a matching sugar bowl. I have no need for a sugar bowl and I am trying to economize but it looked so lonely sitting there on the shelf without its cup friends. So after agonizing for quite some time I brought it home with me as well. I just couldn't bear to break the set.