Haven't checked in in a while. The dogs have been having upset tummies since Saturday--you know what that means. They're eating grubs and June bugs and I don't know what else out in the backyard, and while that shouldn't really bother them, I can't figure out anything else that might be causing the gastro-intestinal upset they and I have been living with.
I'm halfway through Murder in the Marias by Cara Black, and can understand how one reviewer made a comment about her character, Aimee LeDuc, being a superwoman--she pops her own dislocated shoulder back into its socket, and a day later is shimmying down the balcony and gutter outside her own office to surprise the person who broke in. That didn't bother me as much as her discovery of a 50-year-old fingerprint on the bottom of a sink in a formerly boarded up stairwell. I'm having a hard time picturing why a stairwell boarded up during the Nazi occupation had a sink in it to begin with, and I'm pretty sure fingerprints aren't visible to the naked eye. I assume it was a bloody fingerprint, but I don't remember it being described that way. And that, my sisters, is the downside to listening to an audio book--it's hard to scroll back to check a description or fact when running at 6 a.m.
Made a delicious corn recipe last night: esquites, modified with cilantro and queso fresco. I could have eaten all four ears' worth!