Oh yes…the supplies and the tender moment.

Well, let’s start with the first one: I’ve been struck by the canning bug, or more accurately, the preserving bug. With how the economy is, and with prices heading steadily upwards, I figured I’d take a page out of my grandmother’s book and do some canning. At this point I’ve confined myself to open kettle items: fruit jams. I’ve done 6 or so jars of blueberry and another dozen of raspberry. Plus three or four quarts of blueberries frozen in the freezer. I’ve got plans on peaches from the farm and pears if I can put my paws on them at a good price. When the fall strawberries come in at the farm, there will be strawberry jam, oh yes, there will be.

I’d like to do some serious canning (which involves Our Lady Of Perpetual Motion’s 1970-something vintage avocado green pressure canner) of beets, beans and carrots. I’d like to freeze corn and perhaps some other veg. And I’ll definitely be making applesauce and freezing it, as the girls can suck down applesauce like, well…they like it a lot. There have been whole meals based around applesauce. Hell, if I had the time and energy to make nothing but applesauce and yogurt, they’d be well satisfied.

Anyway, lots of food being put away. I’m not sure I feel *quite* like a squirrel (damn squirrs) or an ant yet, but I’m definitely getting that way. We’re being careful to buy stuff on sale and stock up when we can on things that will keep well through the winter. I’m thinking on having at a minimum of two weeks worth of food, but more like a month’s would make me happy. I’m not paranoid, just careful.

Now, Tattooed Dad’s already blogged about the tender moments that were interrupted by oldest child, so you’re welcome to read about his version of events. We are still not finished building out the bedroom, so our bedroom is truly a bed room. Full of beds, all off them filled with various slumbering individuals, that is not conducive to getting your freak on.

So we were fooling around in the living room, lights out, and suddenly, while Tattooed Dad was *ahem* getting ready, suddenly he says “oh, honey” (he says he said “oh fuck” but whatever). I turn my head and there is Oldest Child, and I say ‘what’s the matter, baby, you scared me to death” (which was true). She starts to cry and says she had to pee and her leg hurt (Which I think is what TD would have said if he’d had to come up with some excuse). Fortunately, there were no questions, and Oldest Child went back to bed. But that was that, because there was no recovering from it.

Next night TD and I decide to try it again, and he puts the kids to bed while I take a shower. We came out of the shower and decide to watch a, what’s the correct term?, an adult film. One interruption by smallest child, fortunately, she made a ton of noise, and we weren’t really doing anything and after that, things went according to plan aside from a loud noise, which TD assumed was a noise from the downstairs neighbors.

The next day Oldest says to me “when I came downstairs to pee last night, I saw that you and dada were watching a grown up movie”.

I swallowed my tongue and said “how did you know it was a grown up movie?”

She said “it had a lady in it”.

“Oh, is that all?”

“Yeah. Maybe when I’m grown up I can watch it with you.”

Cue grey hair.

The funny part is that the movie was absolutely (and unintentionally) hilarious. It was a “plot based” disc and there were long scenes between THE scenes that involved people in ridiculous costumes having pointless, or nearly so, conversations which allegedly advanced the story. So it’s entirely possible that she saw something fairly innocuous. At least it’s possible, right?