You know, I'm just not sure blogging every day is a good idea. Things 'round here aren't always that interesting. Basically, today has been fraught with culinary disaster. I went to pick up my favorite splurge breakfast: Chik fil a chicken minis. Those are seriously good. Well, I'm cruising down the interstate, when I pick up my diet coke and the top comes off and the whole thing dumps right in my lap. It was so cold it actually kind of hurt. I have to drive about ten minutes just so I could turn around and go home. So, my regular Monday trip to Hobby Lobby was foiled. Not to mention the last chicken mini and that's just wrong.
Later, for lunch I started boiling some noodles. Then, Charlie woke up and was hungry, so I fixed him a bowl of oatmeal. Then, Charlie's PT showed up. You know where this is going. . . Halfway through the session we start hearing a funny noise. It was my noodles sizzling in the pan! Yes, I managed to burn noodles.
I've decided that I shouldn't try to cook dinner--it could end in disaster. Instead, I'm going to make my husband take me out for enchiladas.
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- Katy
- Deep South Looziana, United States
- A suburban princess turned public school teacher turned stay-at-home mom. I love shopping, celebrity gossip, teen movies and other things that I should probably be more ashamed of. I love pretending I'm cool while listening to cheesy music in my car--don't take that away from me. It so doesn't matter than I have a Taurus with a car seat in the back. I love eating, drinking, and laughing with friends. I love art, but I have to paint at night while my family is sleeping. My husband is an NPR-listening, Libertarian engineer who keeps me grounded. My son is a smiling, laughing, palsied, hydrocephalic angel. Normal babies just aren't this wonderful. My husband calls me the Bird, hence the name of this blog. This is just my life on a page--food, babies, daily drama, decorating, and the like. Welcome.