Not Quite Happy Hour

As you must know by now, no one has bombed our tunnels into oblivion yet. That's a good thing. But still, I hope I never have to go through them again. It's not so much the recent scare or the general onset of attacks and disasters recently, I've always been afraid of them. Hubby will attest that the drive under the harbor has put me in a floor-staring, breath-holding panic for the entirety of our relationship. The Bay Bridge works me up even more, so I haven't driven over it...time to turn our thoughts elsewhere. Cinnamon...butter...apples.... An orange cat who regards me with trust and respect (for a cat)...the blender that is Molly's brain switches into high speed... Ah! Let's go hack up a pumpkin with the kids!