I'm finding hard to work these days. I sit at a computer and just keep checking on K. And today, not being a good day, not good.

Here she is for you pray-ers:

















I also smell like pickles. Good recipe, stupid instructions to put it in a ziploc bag. Then transfer to tupperware? Thanks, but next time I'll make it directly in the tupperware. Sheesh.

Tonight we're making sour cream ice cream. I'm totally excited about it. I'm stealing the recipe from Oprah magazine but using lower fat stuff. And I love sour cream and strawberries, so we'll have it with strawberries and I'll even try my hand at a brown sugar glaze. Wonder if dinner first is a necessity?