harry, hippies, and dessert.

Red velvet cake, harry potter, and my hook and yarn are my companions this evening. (I realize that about every three posts I talk about harry potter, but this is just my life, don't mind me).

After dinner, my mom and I hassled my dad into making an errand to the grocery store for some cake, and for "forcing" him to do so, he guilted me into accompanying him. It really was for the best though, because sometimes my dad just cannot be trusted to take care of the groceries alone. He was in need of some lunches for work, and if it were up to him, he would eat canned soup and ramen everyday. Do you realize the sodium content in those?  They are essentially selling heart-attack in a can.


While explaining this to my father ("It's ok to eat these every once in awhile, but you cannot live off of them..."), a burly, wild-haired hippie-man with strangely yellow-tinted sunglasses passed us by, pointed to my dad and said "Hey man, you eat whatever you want..." This is what happens when I try to be proactive in the health and well-being of my loved ones.  

On a sidenote, I need to learn how to cook. I have really cute aprons.

My poor future husband...whoever he is, hopefully he'll understand. I can bake really good cookies, though. Maybe that will be enough.

Oh dear, I am tired. I hope you are having a good week so far, friends. I can't wait to read all about them!