tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brownies to win your heart Aiiiiiiiiiyyyy! Too much to do! Tonight I must complete cleaning the bathroom and begin packing. I was smart and threw the skanky shower curtain and the bath mats of grubbiness (so grubby that I shook them outside before putting them in the wash tub lest I clog the drainage hose and flood the basement, something that I have done in the past to Steve�s great irritation) into the wash this morning, so tonight I will toss them into the dryer. I know what you�re thinking right now, but I know what I�m doing. I only let it tumble for about 5 minutes before I stop the dryer and grab the shower curtain out. It doesn�t have time to melt and set my house afire but it does come out dry and pliable and easy to re-hang. I might start packing too � since I have boot camp on Friday morning that I�d like to go to I�ll need to get to bed at a reasonable hour and not participate in my favorite sport of pacing around my bedroom and randomly grabbing clothes I might need to stuff in my suitcase That�s probably enough chores for tonight so I think I�ll leave the laundry and vacuuming for tomorrow. I�m seriously considering Nair-ing the cats because they are the hairiest little buggers around, and at this time of year the tumbleweeds of cat hair begin to grow to frightening sizes. Speaking of critters I also have to cook for the spoiled dog tonight and then burn the necessity of remembering to bring her food along when she goes to the vet/kennel on Friday. I forgot last time and she seemed OK but I�d like to minimize her stress as much as possible. Food seems to be her chief pleasure in life, so why screw with her teeny leetle brain? Again speaking of the wee hairy creatures, I have to take Wendy to the vet tomorrow morning for her annual poke �n� prod. She just loves that. She has the bitchiest meow � it sounds like Ehhhhhhhnnnn! and she does it with her mouth wide open so if you�re close up � say, like a vet would be � you get a noseful of stanky cat breath. P-U. Gah. I just spoke to Mrs. Baker, the uber-nice wife of the couple we bought the schoolhouse from (for those not in the know, with the life-insurance $$ I received after my passed away, I bought about 4 acres of land with an old, brick, one-room schoolhouse on it in Wisconsin near where I vacation), and they�re having a neighborhood get together next week while we�re up there. It�s sort of like our coming out party. She told me that it was a potluck but I didn�t have to bring anything. Um, no. If I�m coming to a get together I had better be bringing something and it better be good. I have to rustle up my recipe for butterscotch brownies (tastes great, not many ingredients, easy to bake) and hunt around for some sort of cold salad recipe. I think I have one for a broccoli salad that�s really good. I want to pick something traditional � not all citified with strange unidentifiable ingredients. I do not want my �dish-to-pass� to go untouched because it looks weird. I want my food to make me legendary in Exeter, Wisconsin. Is that too much to ask of a pan of brownies and a salad? Or, will it be like Homer Simpson told Lisa, "You don't make friends with salad." Breakfast: Crispix, cottage cheese snack-pack. 4:31 p.m. - 2007-08-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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