Who is a domestic godess?

Has this ever happened to you?
You sit down and write a blog for the first time all day, and find that you have talked about someone else...then, you find out that what you wrote was something you weren't supposed to...then, the person who told you gets anxious? Has that ever happened? I hope not. When that happens, then you have to take down the blog post. I hate that when that happens.

Today I picked apricots at my friend Kris's house. This afternoon I have managed to make 1/3 of them into jam. Not 1/3 of each apricot, but rather 1/3 of the total allotment. Oh, dear. We are going to have apricot jam coming out of our ears. Which? Where did that saying come from, "out of our ears?" Nothing should ever come out of your ears. Unless you get an earwig from all the apricots. In which case, you'll hope it comes out.
But, now I am rambling.
I need to run back up to Albertsons for the 85th time today to get more canning junk. Then I am back to it. I think I'm going crazy from the apricot fumes. Or the pectin. Or, perhaps the earwigs.