Make lemonade (or sangria). Duh! : ) Matthew reminded me of that yesterday. With that spur-of-the-moment-mess-making-style of his.
I was in the process of getting everything ready to leave for the grocery store (me, Matt, list), I was also trying to sneak in taking the photos off of my camera, and putting them on the photo-server before I left (this sounds simple, but I take way too many photos, so the sorting and organizing part takes more time than I’d like to admit). Then, during my multi-tasking I heard Matt moving a chair around in the kitchen and the plan changed.
Clicking as fast as I could, I began to mentally go through what was in the sink that had struck his interest so strongly – I had just started the Sangria marinating in the fridge (recipe at the bottom of this post!), so I was fearful that he was after the knife in the sink. That would be unusual for him, but hey, we’re talking about Matt here, so you just never know.
“Matt? What are you doing in there?” I yell from the office, still madly clicking away at my photos.
No answer.
