National Margarita Day

It's not easy to create the perfect margarita recipe..it involves trial and error.  Sampling and more sampling. Taste testing...it's an incredible burden but my shoulders are broad and I managed to carry the load.

More importantly, I managed to find the perfect recipe AND stay awake until Opie got home from work.

Though, to be fair, not for too long after he got home.

But, for better or worse, here's the recipe I came up with:

1 cup Tequila
1 cup fresh squeezed lime juice.
1 cup Triple Sec
2 shots of Agave nectar

Mix together, serve over ice....add a splash more lime if you like, and voila! Perfect margarita!

Valentine's Day

Well, it’s Valentine’s Day and Opie got me Macaron of theMonth Club.

Macarons from [ma-kah-rohn]

This is awesome for 2 reasons.

First, because macarons are amazing little bites of chewy, creamy, heaven. I love them with a love that is more than love but they’re the one cookie/sweet that I have trouble making. The fact that I will be getting random boxes of deliciousness makes me want to dance around the room with unbridled joy.

But it’s also awesome because he didn’t get me donuts.

See, there’s a big dancing, donut delivery promotion going on here in Tulsa (and, apparently, other places) right now that’s actually been pretty popular. The donut guy delivered a batch to someone at my gym (which seems a little counter-productive), delivered to a guy at Opie’s work today…basically, he’s been delivering all over town.

And please don’t think that I don’t love donuts…or that I wouldn’t love a nice, fresh batch of donuts delivered to my door to be gobbled down with reckless abandon.

The thing is, THIS is the donut guy:

Going into the gym

At Opie's Workplace 

And good for him for not having my body image issues…but, let’s be honest, if ANY guy showed up at my door wearing nothing but boots, wings and a diaper, I wouldn’t let him in. Even if he did have a batch of delicious donuts in his hands.

All in all, I much prefer the macarons!

The Dogs Are Gone

Well, the positive thinking completely worked. I spoke to the neighbors today and it's official: the dogs are gone! I don't want to say this is the happiest I've ever been but I will say some of us have been skipping around the backyard, singing for joy. And by "some of us" I mean me, Sassy and Bubba. Not that Opie's not also happy but he keeps saying things like "I hope the neighbors CAN'T HEAR YOU" which is somewhat less celebratory.

Still, since the neighbors don't (as far as I know) read this blog, I thought I'd share our favorite little ditty, sung to the tune of The Wicked Witch is Dead 

(We're all about the parodies here at The Yates Esates!)

The Dogs Are Gone

Ding dong the dogs are gone! 

Not our dogs, 

The neighbors dogs! 

Ding dong the neighbors dogs are gone!

A nicer house,

A bigger yard

Good for all

Oh, thank you Lord! 

Ding dong the neighbors dogs are gone!

Wag your tails

Raise your paws

Catch a treat

In open jaws

Ding dong the neighbors dogs are gone!