I just got lost in Facebook for a whole episode of Doc McStuffins while our Littlest snuggled into a pile of blankets on the floor (I managed to jinx ourselves into sickness. I JUST thought to myself two days ago, “Wow. It’s already Halloween, and we haven’t had a bug yet this year. . . . Touché, mother nature, touché.)
This is why I stink at Facebook: basically, I fear it will suck my life away, so I avoid it like the plague – or, erm, a stomach bug.
But I love to hate Facebook so much that I joined Instagram too.
Like minutes ago.
This makes no sense, you say?
Well, I’m not the spouse who went to med school folks.
I’m the spouse who went to art school; logic doesn’t always play a significant role in my actions.
So I’m there. On Instagram now.
I have no idea how to use it, which totally makes me feel like a wicked-old fart.
I see hashtags, but I thiiiiink the hashtags have more to do with being linked to Twitter.
Which, btw Twitter, watch out, bc #yourenext.
So – Instagrammy.
If you wish to join me there, you can find me here. (I believe so anyway, there’s no way I can confirm nor deny this currently. . . . If you try and fail, let me know. If you try and succeed, I’ll see you there.)
I’ve got one super awesome picture of a paper pumpkin up there. Mostly because I had no idea what else to post at the moment. It was sort of a tester.
“Testing, one, two, pumpkin. Testing, testing. . . . ”
It’s super easy – and I only * the ‘homemade’ part, because, well, we’re starting with tomatoes from a carton (and chicken broth from a can if you don’t have homemade stock on hand) instead of from the garden (or your own chicken), which means three things:
1. They’re tomatoes like these**, which means we’re dealing with nothing but tomatoes ⇒ *healthy!*
2. Because they’re from a carton, there’s no need for all the steps that go into getting smooth tomato soup, it’s just smooth anyway. So, snip open a carton, and we’re good to go.
3. We can have this soup any time of year, summer or not, in a matter of minutes; so when it’s blustering snow outside and nothing sounds better than a steaming bowl of out-of-season-tomato soup and a grilled cheese? Looky here, folks. This recipe is your ticket.
***I harp on these tomatoes all the time. No, they’re not paying me (but they should), I just love them.