I felt productive tonight. Dinner, laundry (seems like I’m always doing laundry), cleaned the upstairs, took out the trash, unwrapped the sheet from the truck (which was much harder than taking the one off the car), made cookie dough (thanks to Peggy’s influence), and also some hot chocolate. Lloyd didn’t have school today, and he isn’t quite recovered from his cold, so I made real hot chocolate – milk, a handful of chocolate chips, a splash of vanilla and a bigger splash of coffee just for kicks.
I grated the chocolate with a cool little microplane from my sister. It’s wicked sharp, and it always smells like nutmeg or chocolate because I never wash it. I’m too afraid I’ll lose a fingerprint. I can’t seem to load the picture of it, and I’m sick of trying. You’ll just have to imagine it. Sorry.