Black Eyed Peas and Bread

As I mentioned, I can't find the camera! Which means you are reduced to less than great images from my phone. Apologies to my friend Ashley, who knows more about photography in her little finger than I will could aspire to know in my entire life.

Anna sustained her first black eye. The details are fuzzy, but it happened in a room full of two-ish year old children. Details don't matter. Kids that age are targets for bruises of all sorts. She is not at all bothered by her shiner, and was more than willing to let me snap pictures to document it. In fact, I couldn't decide which one I liked better soyou get two pics for the price of one!

And doesn't she make it look rockin' adorable to have a black eye??



In other news, I have resigned myself to being The Ugly Bread Making Queen. When the army of men who prayed over our house before we moved asked all their blessings on our home, I forgot to mention to have them exorcise the Bread Whammies. And so my family is relagated to lumpy, dense, but very tasty bread. I don't get bent out of shape anymore. I have accepted my fate.


So, if you've a hankerin' for brick bread or Black Eyed Sweet Peas, c'mon by! No invitation needed!