"House Shaping Up" Progress Report for impending mother-in-law visit: Cleaned up my ironing board, which resides in a bedroom corner upstairs, which my MIL has never been upstairs in my house in her life, except maybe before I married her son she took a gander, when just he lived here, for the one week before the wedding, ha. I have been wanting to do this smallish task for, oh, many, many months. See, many months ago I washed my old ironing cover and the felt pad beneath it. Remember, the felt pad came out looking like Swiss cheese. The only problem with my accomplishment today is that now I might have to actually start ironing. And, just so you know, the new ironing board cover doesn't . . . quite . . . fit. Funsville. Well, maybe now I can iron the placemats. Honestly, when you don't use things for years, like placemats waiting to be pressed, and then you finally get around to it, well then they seem like brand new again. What are these?, you say? Aren't they pretty? And they may as well be brand spankin' new, for all anyone knows. Kind of a good system.

Sweet Tulsa sent me an alert today. She picked up that I was going to use her chocolate gravy on ice cream. She set me straight. Chocolate gravy does not go on ice cream, no, it goes on biscuits for a breakfast treat. Furthermore, you add a pat of butter in the middle of the chocolate puddle flowing over the sides of the biscuit. And then it's total YUM-O.

You will be getting a series of blogettes for the next few days, I am certain. I have just fully squandered two days of MIL preparation on changing my sheets and changing the ironing board cover, two items that will impress my MIL for sure, seeing that that makes such a dent in the deep cleaning, you know, and that she won't ever know, you further know. Okay, this blog is going downhill fast. DTD thinks I'm crazy. Maybe she is correct. It wouldn't be the first time.

Chattahoochee KEM