Chats on the Farmhouse Porch

I'm joining Patrice again on her porch. I know the weather is really hot where she is, so we may go inside after a wee while. But for now, I'm loving the heat!

We've had a lovely spell of weather here. It's been cool - just hitting the 60s - but it's been reasonably sunny and it's been dry. My veggies are happy, so I am too...

Here are Patrice's questions for today:

What season was your wedding? If you aren't married, the what season is your birthday?

We were married in August. Oh, that's this month. You probably wont believe me, but we have hardly ever remembered our wedding anniversary. Most years, towards the end of August, one of us will say, 'Oh... the end of August? That means we forgot our anniversary.' Again! I know most folks will find that almost unbelievable, but for some reason our wedding date never established itself on my brain's memory card. It's not far off now, so I'm going to try and remember it. 

What names did you call your grandparents?(ie- grandma, granny, gran, grammie)

Granny and Grampa. I've spoken about my Grampa who lived with us here. 

What's your favorite smell that comes from your oven?

Oooh, that's a difficult one, because there are too many choices. Patrice said something with cinnamon in it, and that would definitely be close to the top of the list. Mind you, when we walk in the door from church on a Sunday afternoon, the smell of our roast takes a beating. Aaahhh, Bisto! (You'd have to be British to understand :)

If you eat eggs- scrambled, fried, over easy, sunny side up, or other?

Nope. Don't do eggs. Except in baking. My favourite way then is in cakes. And pancakes. For the past few days I reckon I'm attempting to set a record for the most number of pancakes made and eaten in the shortest space of time.

What's the tidiest room in your house? What's the messiest?

Gulp. Oh, the Lounge is normally the tidiest, because we use the Family Room most of the time. It does mean that the lounge is tidy and therefore very relaxing when we use it.

The messiest? Er, can 'the rest of the house' be a valid answer? No?

Well, the Wee Guy's bedroom is bad....really bad. In fact, it's so bad that the Builder took a photo of it last night. You wanna see?

I can't believe I'm actually showing this photo.

Do you like the sticker on his middle drawer: Lifejackets stowed here.

I wish to reassure all my readers that none of us was hurt during the robbery. 

I'd also like to assure y'all that the robbers found nothing worth taking.

Oh, Patrice, I've suddenly begun to feel the heat. Let's go in for a cuppa. 

Tea? Hot tea? Er, yes.... and I'll have some eggs - as long as they're inside cake.