Man, I wish I had a meme to do. Right this very moment. Not later or tomorrow…just right now, cuz I am totally drawin’ a blank, here, peeps.
Stargirl came over for dinner tonight and while it ended up being good, a number of things were off. I give you, three signs that the universe is effing with me:
- I was positive that I had another bag of pasta. But no, once the remnants of the last bag went into the boiling water, she had to volunteer to go get some more. Cuz there was enough left for like, one person, Isobel’s size.
- I boil spinach for a few minutes and then drain it. Then I add the drained stuff to a mix of melted butter, garlic and pepper. It tastes…soggy. Feeling healthy for eating spinach is the only reason I make it.
- The cupcakes I made for the lass, in honour of her bday were scrumptious. Until the sugar overload caused Isobel to self-destruct and Stargirl to have a tummy ache.
So now, it’s just past quarter to nine and since Isobel barely napped today (second day in a row! Again!), I am exhausticated. My back kills and I feel fat. I am having serious thoughts of curling up with ice cream, cupcakes, root beer and a Michael Crichton book. For about 10 minutes, until I PTFO.
Man, I am cool.
working on her poker face
