So, I'm doing laundry and putting together the ingredients for oatmeal raisin cookies...
and I get to where I need the vanilla.
I found it, but there was hardly any left.
Maybe just exactly what the recipe calls for.
(I like to be liberal with that stuff, so I tend to use more than one teaspoon...)
Like porkchops, which I made for dinner along with mac and cheese and garlic-n-butter lima beans.
Had whomp biscuits, too... Now, I'm washin' the dishes and starting over with half of those ingredients I had waitin' for the vanilla.
The brown sugar seems to have melted and egg congealed, so... blech. If I follow through to the bitter end with this cookie project, I'll have made oatmeal raisin, peanut butter and toll house before I go to sleep, whenever the hell that turns out to be.
Probably next Thursday, if I do bake all these freakin' cookies. Plus, I have walnuts and two brownie mixes.
One walnut and one "special", maybe?
*weg*
Hmmm...
That could be fun...
*raised eyebrow and smirk* Oh, and I started the Amish Friendship bread, too. And, there's a cake mix or two out there, too. If I can get alla this shit baked and eaten without me touching any of it, not only will I lose weight from the physical strain of holding myself back, I'll have the guys well on their way to "fat farmer-dom"... a goal of mine since the day I figured out that it'd be easier to pork them up than for me to lose weight without ephedra.
The flat-bellied bastards... Anyway...
Back to the last of the dishes.
I just needed to sit down because the cats keep stealing my chairs out in the kitchen.
It always starts out with just one of the wooden dining room chairs in the kitchen.
I have it in front of both the stove and the TV.
There's also a little wooden fold-up tray/desk that I have the remotes, my ashtray, coffee cups and other shit sittin' on. When I spend a lot of time in the kitchen, eventually most of the cats will stop by, some will fall asleep in various "crash positions" on the floor and always some hairy smartass hasta take my goddamned chair and fall alseep, all cute and undisturbable. So, I go drag another one of the wooden chairs out there.
I get to use that for about 15 minutes, maybe, then I get up for some reason and can't sit back down because another got-damned cat claimed my chair. So, off I go again to drag yet another of the chairs out there. Seeing a pattern here? Eventually, I wind up with all four chairs out there and me havin' to sit in here because all four chairs are occupied by passed out puddy tats. They especially appreciate the new, super-puffy and comfortable seat cushions I just got, too...
*sarcastic grin* Man, I need another one of those seat cushions for this chair....
*shifts uncomfortably*
This one's seat has no "cushion" of it's own left.
I always get up from here and my first few steps make me hear the Sanford & Son theme song in my head because I'm walkin' like Fred, all bent over and bow-legged.
I've usually got it together by the time I get to the doorway between this room and the front room, but I still think a cushy seat on this chair might help some. *coupla minutes later* Okay then... back to the laundry... and dishes... and cookies. I'll be back later. Peace
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