In The Wars

It's been an interesting week. Indy starting hobbling last Monday but by Thursday he was his usual loopy, active self. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Lola managed to cut herself (who knows how) and is sporting a one inch war wound on her inner thigh and has managed to lick all the fur off the offending spot. One dog formerly hobbling - one dog sporting a bald patch and since I'm not about paying for my vets kids to do another skiing trip to Gstaad this year, they've both had to practice self healing.

While I was busy avoiding vet visits this week I needed a doctor's visit after one of my shoulders decided to start hurting over a week ago, for no good reason that I could see, progressively getting worse not better. Thus I have spent the last week off work ordered by my GP who also thoughtfully prescribed a really cool cocktail of anti inflammatory and pain killing type drugs which left me only able to play my Ipad one handed while laying on the lounge or in bed. My Pinterest account has been getting a real workout. If you follow me -I'm sorry about the 400 food pins that have popped up on your feed this week. It was either that or systematic phone calls to each of you boring you to death with the details of my malady.  Back to work tomorrow which is just as well because I've been completely bored out of my mind. 

In other very exciting Maison Pyjamas news, Parents of Pyjamas have sold their house three hours drive north of where I live and are house hunting here in Adelaide. Let me tell you there is some utter garbage out there masquerading as livable abodes. And I really question some people's decorating taste (and I use that term very loosely) but on the positive side I have realised how unappreciative I've been about my little house and am therefore vowing not to move ...ever....which means Mr. P is doing the happy dance. He has moved once in his entire life and isn't keen to do it again. 

I finally felt normal enough today to engage in some baking activity. And I was batting two for two - these both turned out perfectly ( perhaps the universe thought I was due for a win?) 

Banana with Cinnamon Buttercream for Mr. P 

And Chocolate Pound Cake for me because I don't do banana anything except actual fruit or paddle pops. 

And for those of you that are having nightmares about the possibility of me doing a nudey run down Rundle Mall as per my vow here ...breathe easy because the Dresden is back from the quilting fairy and by my calculations I have about 6 weeks to get the binding on before I have to make good on my bet (despite the threat of our Finish Along Hostess, Katy,  to bring the deadline for the quarter forward in order to force me to flash my bits in public ) 

Sneak Peek for you all below. Its the least I can do since I've subjected you all to a mental image of me naked...