Dinner, to the best of my knowledge, was a great success.
At least no one came down with food poisoning while they were at my apartment.
I was left with one portion of the Veggie Shepard Pie (I thought I'd have at least half, so I'm delighted about the lack of leftovers, and there wouldn't have been any except Marci had a very late lunch and wanted to save room for the strawberry rhubarb pie) and one portion of strawberry rhubarb pie (which I will try very hard not to eat for breakfast).
The curry worked very well in the mashed potatoes, but the veggies needed more flavor. Bonnie, the vegan, put a lot of pepper in them. The raisins were a big hit, so maybe next time I'll use two little boxes. I have plenty in the house.
I think for Joyce and Lew I'll make (watch out-rhyme coming) a stew, which will allow me to use up at least some of the leftover string beans, carrots, mushrooms and garlic. Also I think I'll bake another strawberry rhubarb pie, because it was really really good and I have enough rhubarb for at least six more pies.
Bonnie left before the gymnastics, and Marci left midway through, but Pam stayed to the bitter end, so I didn't get back online until after midnight. When I did, I found that Mrs. Corbett had been nice enough to send me the August School Library Journal art.
I was in Paris once and I saw the Mona Lisa. Forget it. This is real art.
I definitely think my space alien is the best looking one in the bunch, although I'm concerned that he moves his lips when he reads. If you play with the image (or read his lips), you can see he really is reading Life As We Knew It. It says so on the spine. Which, I trust, my space alien has one of.
I got two e-mails from my editor but neither of them were about my current third book idea.
Hey. Maybe I should put some currants in my next strawberry rhubarb pie. I hear space aliens just love that kind of thing!