Plans and plan-breaking

In true awesome-Christine fashion, I started the day with a great plan and then didn't do any of it.  Well, I suppose that's not true.  I did make dinner.  But that's about it.

We spent the afternoon outside, walking around the neighborhood, visiting with friends, and then helping ourselves to a giant watermelon feast at the Dunaway's.  Kh. Betsy used a cleaver and chopped up a watermelon on her front steps, dolling it out to all the neighborhood kids who had managed to converge on her lawn.  I think Melanie ate four slices.  No joke.  That girl loves watermelon.  Today is the church planting day, so we're planning (uh oh, there's that "plan" word again) on heading up to the church lawn in a couple hours to get our hands dirty planting flowers around the property.

Yesterday, I was watching Iron Chef on Youtube, and Marina decided to join me.  The episode was "Battle: Suckling Pig" which I didn't think mattered until I realized they were kicking it off by showing a giant pile of whole suckling pigs (heads and everything). Marina, being the animal lover that she is, was marginally concerned by this sight.  I explained to her that these are "eating" pigs, not "pet" pigs, and that they were already dead and ready to be cooked.  She gave me a skeptical expression, then leaned close to the computer screen.  "Mom!" she said, "I think I just heard one oink."  We ended up making it through without incident, but I think I'll save "Battle: Wild Boar" for after she's asleep.