The day with many promising titles for a blog entry but I can't really pick so it's gotta be a lousy explanation of why I don't have a good title

On the anniversary of my mother's birth...
My sister and I went to the school she teaches at and had lunch with her. During this time I was faced again with the question of why it takes humans so long to learn how to stand in lines. And this evening we went to eat at Sambino's. *sighs happily* although, there was a bit of a mix up about that. Mom had told Dad that we were meeting at Sambino's right after Grace and I picked her up from school. She did not tell Grace and I this. So... when I came to pick Mom up from school without Grace she was understandably less than thrilled. She had just assumed we would come together. As I explained over dinner (yes, we did all make it to Sambino's), it is the third day we've been home and we've gotten to the point where we can separate in order to get work done more effectively, this leads to the other title I wanted to use...

Of limbs, their removal and creation...
In the absence of existent brothers, the maintenance of the familial turf has fallen to my sister and I. Granted, she actually took care of the turf, since if it had fallen to me, I would still be outside picking up twigs. But while she was moving branches and mowing the back yard, I followed in my fathers footsteps. Yes, I confess that I massacred the myrtles. Reciprocating saw, five crepe myrtles, now five one-foot high bare stumps. And I picked up all the limbs I cut off, and briefly contemplated weaving the longer flexible ones.
And this evening, my sister and I watched Rent and I crocheted another leg for the purple pegasus that is slowly acquiring body parts. It currently has a body, two legs, one wing, and a head, but no ears. And I may have to redo the head completely.
And now a quote from the song I am currently obsessed with...
"What is this feeling so sudden and new?"
"Felt it the moment I laid eyes on you"
"My pulse is rushing"
"My head is reeling"
"My face is flushing"
"What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?
Ye-es! LOATHING! Unadulterated loathing!"
"for your face"
"your voice"
"your clothing"
"Lets just say
I loath it all. Ev'ry little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl with simple utter loathing. There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation. It's so pure, so strong! Though I do admit it came on fast, still I do believe that it can last, and I will be loathing for forever..." ~ from Wicked
I really like that song. I listened to it on repeat while making sausage balls this morning. I was so proud of me! I was up to my wrists in raw meat and only washed my hands at reasonable intervals.