SomnanbulistsAnonymous

Good evening! I would begin this post by commenting on the utterly horrific fact that you can purchase fried BUTTER at the fair (zits popping up just thinking about it, hateful buggers :( but...everyone knows that already. Went to the state fair last night, the highlight of which was seeing the little baby animals! piglets and goatlets born on my birthday! So sweet! The moth in photo B landed on my jacket while we were loitering by the hot tub exhibit. :) The top pic is Miss Izzy capitalizing on the fact that i finally got all my winter clothes/jackets out of storage...but haven't finished putting them away. In other news, I finished baking a type of cookies called Joe Froggers this afternoon, recipe from the Baked Explorations book. I looked up recipe copyright laws online and it looks like recipe ingredients are not copyrighted, but the explanatory text is (possibly...it's open to interpretation). I'm not brave enough to venture into those waters yet. But Joe Froggers are a molassesy cookie with dark rum. I had a bottle of Kraken rum leftover from the pirate floats, so it seemed like a great opportunity! They are delicious, but my favorite part is the name :) (If you'd like the recipe, let me know and I can pass it to you on the down-low. Or...if anyone would like to order these cookies or any other dessert, let me know and we can talk business. It's my Black Market Baking Co.--that is, I'd be happy to bake for you, but don't have a certified kitchen.)
Today's poem, Spunky's Sea Voyage, was written immediately before i took a much-needed 2 hour nap. That is all you need to know :)

"Spunky P. once crossed the sea
In just a single night!"
"He sleep-walked like a champion
And walked on water--right?"
"Why, yes!" "It was the front page news
Of ev'ry Times and Sun--
And still no one can quite believe
That such a thing was done."
"It's true, though! Spunky fell asleep
On Florida's finest beach,
And sunrise found the coast of England
Just within his reach."
"Eight hours, tops! That boy can travel
Faster than a plane!"
"I heard he was a bit upset
He didn't stop in Spain.
He woke up on a rock-strewn shore,
'Twas windy, cold, and damp--
He woke up with a runny nose
And wicked muscle cramps.
A local pub refused him porridge,
He looked such a fright,
So he just sat and shivered, groaning,
Waiting for the night.
He hoped he could reverse his course
And simply sleep-walk home.
Unfortunately, morning saw
Poor Spunky P in Rome."
"I'd bet my life that Spunky P
Will circumnavigate!
The Magellan of Somnambulists,
Yes sir! That boy's first-rate!"