I am preparing to go to the grocery store to find something to make for dinner. I love to shop for groceries but I detest deciding what to make. Perhaps I will shop with no real intention and then come home and cook the first thing I can think of with the ingredients I purchased. Sort of like a home-cook version of Chopped. Without the clock or the challenge of the competition.
I will let you know what I decide.
Stay tuned...more to come
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
What time is it??
I just looked up from my Pogo Scrabble game (I have won several in a row this evening) and noticed it is 7:45 PM. What does this mean to me? It means I have to go to bed soon. It means that the reason my dog is looking at me is that she needs to go out and it means another day is over. The days seem to go by pretty quickly these days.
I want to read a little but the dishes are calling. I wonder which will win? OK, the dishes will win, but they really don't deserve this much of my attention. I have several scripts to read (for the play reading committee at the local community theatre) and I have a book I am reading...OK, two books...and I really need to take the dog out. She is beginning to give me a look that makes me think she needs to stay off the bed tonight.
My husband is golfing with his buddies and I had pizza delivered for dinner because I just didn't feel like cooking. Not up to cooking is the most worrisome thing i have written here tonight. I love to cook. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will cook.
So now it's about 7 minutes until 8 pm and my desire to get out of this chair has not shown itself. But, get up I must or I will have a doggie accident to clean up before the dishes.
Dtay tuned...more to come
I want to read a little but the dishes are calling. I wonder which will win? OK, the dishes will win, but they really don't deserve this much of my attention. I have several scripts to read (for the play reading committee at the local community theatre) and I have a book I am reading...OK, two books...and I really need to take the dog out. She is beginning to give me a look that makes me think she needs to stay off the bed tonight.
My husband is golfing with his buddies and I had pizza delivered for dinner because I just didn't feel like cooking. Not up to cooking is the most worrisome thing i have written here tonight. I love to cook. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will cook.
So now it's about 7 minutes until 8 pm and my desire to get out of this chair has not shown itself. But, get up I must or I will have a doggie accident to clean up before the dishes.
Dtay tuned...more to come
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