Beans

The best looking bean plants I've ever grown are producing ample beans for Hubby and me (and the Singer when she gets home).  The Imp doesn't eat green beans (or many other foods that are green).
She's enjoying Spring Break, even though she has crew practice every morning at 8 am.  She'd much rather sleep in, but she's been napping in the afternoon.  She has a few projects to finish for school.  I think seniors are down to 19 school days (then exams).  Incredible.  I remember when we moved into this house she had just turned 2.  While she is still impish, that was when I started called her such.  She adds so much to our very serious-minded family of concrete-sequential people.  Abstract-random is such a good description of her.  But don't let that fool you into thinking she doesn't have a plan or goal, she just might not be able to draw it out in 287 steps the way her sister would be compelled to.
The Imp and her boyfriend are making dinner for us tonight.  I'm looking forward to it.  They're using my green beans.  Yea!  She made him a birthday cake, loosely based on a picture my sister-in-law (my brother's wife's sister) published on her blog.  Modifications were made, mainly that the cake is not cake but is actually brownies.  Looking at the cake, the word SUGAR jumps out at you, and good black coffee as a compliment to the richness becomes a must.  I'm thinking a sliver will set your blood-sugar sky-high.  I'm sure the Imp and her boyfriend will eat much more than that and promptly burn it off as a factor of being 18 (and the fact they're both on the crew team helps too).
I'll have to post a picture tomorrow.