1. Headaches. Something is coming, or possibly it is just hot. I feel like I am God's chicken nugget. (under a giant heat lamp)
2. When it rains it pours. David's car needs work. Money is tight. ps- I hate money.
3. Waiting waiting waiting to get my haircut this weekend. I have had my hair in a bun for the past month because of said heat as well as it is so so so long. I was growing out my hair for Locks of Love again. They have changed their length minimum to 10 in! So I pushed back my appointment for a month (stupid) to see if I could get some extra length. Well, whether I have enough to donate is beside the point now, I am dying.
Really only Wednesday? guh.
:: We have been trying to cook more for the previously stated whine, money is tight. Well. Apparently I stink.
Saturday- I burnt our little turnovers. Even though I have seen my mom make them in the toaster oven... that doesn't mean I can. Mom's are superheros. Taco Bell was our Plan B.
Sunday- Great idea to make Chicken Spaghetti and invite my mom over. :/ Spaghetti painfully overcooked. More like Chicken Pad Tai. Again, Mom's are superheros. Mine ate my icky lunch happily. David ate happily too and even ate the leftovers... yuck.
:: Leah sent me this in the mail...
It is the invitation to my bridal shower, 4 years ago tomorrow. Weird. Four years blows my mind. What were you guys doing 4 years ago?
It was such a cute shower. Leah made an apron cake, and yummy orzo salad and some other stuff I can't remember. All my pictures are in storage... still.
Thanks Leah for the invitation, and the shower.
1 comment:
Four years ago... Wow! Has it really been 4 years? I was planning a luncheon for a certain young bridge and trying to decide if I could bear to part with my last unused copy of the SWCentral Church cookbook.
Don't give up on trying to cook. Good cooks are made by last of failed recipes and burnt stuff.
Decades ago during our little sojourn with the USArmy in Maryland, another young wife and I cooked lunch for a mob of church ladies. My spaghetti was so overcooked that it somehow disappeared entiretly--just a big pot of starchy hot water, not a single strand of pasta. I just dried my tears and served the sauce over French bread with a smile.
I don't often comment, but I love your blog!
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