Still licking the frosting off my fingers from a week of birthdays.
Nah, I'm actually testing my willpower by avoiding it all together
for a few days. Two days down. Detox, baby. Ha, we'll see how that
goes. Of course you can't count fresh-squeezed tangelo juice. My
parents live in a citrus grove and my counter tops are covered with
heaping bowls of oranges, grapefruit & tangelos, while the lemons
on my own tree are growing as big as footballs.
Back when Laura lived nearby, we had a tradition of freezing baggies and baggies of freshly-squeezed lemon juice in one-cup measurements. Through experimentation, we figured out how much sugar and water were needed for the perfect pitcher of lemonade so we could pop frozen lemon juice in a jug at any time and whip up some freshly-squeezed. I'm eyeing my hand-crank squeezer now. Hmm, what was I supposed to do tomorrow? Oh yes, no sugar, Heather. Whoa now.
Charlotte's party was a royal gala. All the lords and ladies of the kingdom were in attendance, wearing their finest threads. Little Max here, aka Lord Max of Hall, topped the parade with his bejeweled crown and emerald rings. Have a pair of thread-bare toddler trousers flitting around somewhere? Why, cut the waistband off and make a crown of course! And rings, a king must have his rings.
Ah, I loved Max's costume.