The plastic tub that you buy your turkey breast in? Don't try and heat the turkey in it. It is not oven-proof. Also, do not cook biscuits from a can on a pizza pan that has holes in the bottom because all of the other pans are occupied. There is a pile of something in the bottom of the oven now that looks like it used to be a small mammal. Don't worry - all dogs are present and accounted for.
I worked today so I could be off this Sunday. This means I will work 3 days in a row this week. I hope I don't run away screaming before the end of Friday's shift.
Stinky dog was watching intently as I trimmed my toenails down and accidentally clipped one to the quick and it started to bleed. I realize that in a roundabout way, she has learned her bad habit of eating on her feet until they bleed from me. Hey, I have this horrible pimple/cigarette burn/tumor/twin and I rubbed some of her medicine on it today to see if it would help. It did. I guess Stinky and I have a mutually beneficial relationship because the medicine is for her bleeding feet.
Oh! Let me tell you what I got for Christmas! They boys wrote me some really sweet letters. Thanking me for different things and saying they loved me and whatnot. Almost made me cry.
At the elementary school, they do this thing called "Santa's Secret Shop". It's where kids can go and get little gifts for people. The Secret Shop gift is always my favorite one to open because I know that the kid picked it out all by himself. This was my last year for a gift from there because this is LittleBrother's(11) last year in elementary school and he got me this nifty little plaque that is a nice little "ode to Mom". That got me all teary-eyed too. I am such a wuss.
Sweety and I had said the chair would be our gift to each other and that we would not buy any gifts for one another. Sweety did not abide by this rule. We had opened all of our gifts (I thought) and I was in the kitchen getting ready to cook, when Sweety told me that the boys had a present for me. Uh-huh. I got a ring that I've been wanting for awhile. (ignore the jacked-up looking pinky and the wrinkly fingers. why are my fingers so damn wrinkly? they need a lift or something.) The stone is the boys' birthstone. I was quite surprised. I hadn't even snooped under the tree for a present for me because one wasn't supposed to be there.
I think Chi Chi needs an enema. She has been sitting on my lap for a couple of hours and has passed noxious, eye-watering gas at least 4 times. Something must be rotten in her. Or maybe it was the people food that she ate yesterday? I forgot about that.
Time for a bath and bed.