sigh

noon yesterday: the dishwasher didn't finish draining at the end of the cycle and dumped water all over the floor when opened.

afternoon yesterday: dishwasher spins its motor but does not actually use any water.

today: dishwasher works just fine. So, it was just when I had cleanup for seven quarts of minestrone (and the half-dozen or so people I fed it to) that I had to wash those dishes by hand...

guess I won't be calling a repairperson just yet. (instead, spend my time voting, getting my laptop repaired, moving laundry around, washing burning man dishes, working on invitation enclosures, addressing envelopes, cleaning kitchen...)

etiquette

The vast quantity of (mostly consistent) etiquette information on the 'net has all sorts of information about how to address an envelope to people with all sorts of different titles...doctors, judges, officers, etc. But nothing I've found explains how I should deal with finding a "Special Agent" in the list of names my sweetheart has helped me compile.

So I'm addressing this envelope to
Dr. {X} and Special Agent {Y}

...and I really hope this isn't another case of my sweetie's particularly twisted brand of, um, "humor".

one page...

...of two and a half.

that's not so hard.

how could I have forgotten?

honey cake tastes way better the day after it's made.

I should not be sitting here addressing envelopes; I should be baking!

(thanks, xiphias! I would not have remembered without you. Perhaps in your honor I'll make it in a bundt pan this year...if I can figure out how to do that with my favorite honey cake recipe...)