Ahhhh, refreshing. . .

It is sooo hot.
    It is so hot that the other day as I was cleaning the kitchen I saw a jar of flax seed that somebody had left me when she moved away.  (V's mom) and I had a terrific idea for some relief from the heat.
You see, I noticed that below the English word "Flax seeds" on the label, it had the Spanish word, "Linaza." 
    Hmmmm.... Linaza, I thought to myself.  Didn't I used to see a refreshing linaza drink when I lived in Costa Rica?  I remember that it was a clear liquid with small black seeds floating in it.  I sincerely don't remember what it tasted like (did I ever try it?  Probably).  But, suddenly, a nice cool fresco de linaza sounded like it would really hit the spot.
    So, I took the flax seeds and boiled them for about three minutes (my instinctive"feel" for cooking led me to this technique rather than any actual research).
     Then I put ice in a glass and a touch of sugar and poured in my fresco... Flaxaide, anyone?

     What's this?  It's slimey.  Surely a little more water to thin it out and a little more sugar will do the trick!  Nope, it's still slimey; no, it's still disgusting.  Frugal me tried to drink it up - but I couldn't get down more than half the glass.
       Just then - - - a flash of memory... It wasn't fresco de linaza that I used to see in Costa Rica, it was fresco de HORCHATA. 
        Oh well, I think, maybe I can still use the slimey mixture for something... I pour some oatmeal in the mucous-like substance, oh, and some old raisins.  Maybe I could throw in an egg and try to cook it?  Breakfast????
       But, here's the clincher.

        A little while later I'm sitting next to my hubby and I tell him about the linaza; before I really give him any details - he says to me, "It's slimey isn't it?  In Colombia they use it as a laxative." 

     Ha HA HA HA - I was trying to get down a nice refreshing ice cold glass of laxative. 
Not to fear - I seem to have stopped myself before doing any damage.  I'm going to say that you'd probably have to be really desperate to drink enough of that stuff to have any effect.

    I threw out the mixture (sorry, world). 

She's a keeper

That's how my teenager described this girl he'd clicked with at the park last night in our town's Fourth of July celebration.  He went down with his friends.  H. and I didn't feel like leaving the house.  It was too hot.  What a change; every other year we've kind of gone just to keep an eye on our son.

Anyway, why is she a "keeper"?  Because she has watched all seven seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.