I made an amazing lemon-garlic chicken, mashed potatoes, stuffing and gravy (from scratch, booyah) for dinner last night. Then, after a late night face-stuffing fit I left the potatoes out on the stove�I�m a moron. Chupie and I also made a lovely loaf of apple bread and we ate a good half of it already.
It seems I�ve been domesticated, eh?
I have been toying with the idea of selling my Hunter S Thompson collection on Ebay for extra money and so I have fewer things to dust. The Rolling stone memorial edition is selling for $30 right now and I could sell the books as a lot and make a little cash. I�m still debating, but frankly they�re just things and that would mean one less box of stuff to move.
BD is coming down with a cold and rather than allow him to suffer, moan and WHINE like a baby for the next three days I am insisting he actually take something for it and be proactive in his own recovery. I refuse to sit by and watch him turn into a helpless pathetic baby this year. Frankly, it drives me nuts.
I suppose I should do laundry so the child and I have things to wear at mothers this weekend. We are taking Dog with us as BD is supposed to work all weekend, that is if he doesn�t catch his death and spend 48 hours moaning.
Last night Chupie forced me to play hiccup (make up) with her. By the time she was done we both looked like prostitute clowns, but we had a good time. She kept saying �We look like girls!��Yeah I know I�m enforcing gender stereotyping�
It�s almost warm enough for me to go do some more work on the shed this afternoon. As the garbage gets picked up tomorrow it would be a good idea to at least get all the shit I pulled out of there to the curb and chop the tree into manageable pieces for the chipper truck. I just can�t get over all the excitement in my life these days.
MY KINGDOM FOR A BOTTLE OF MERLOT!
2:25 p.m. - 10.12.05