I am really looking forward to my new oven.
If you breathe a word of this to Lloyd, I’ll deny everything, but I’m admitting that I have PDLS. (Poor Dishwasher Loading Skilz) It’s no trouble when the thing is empty – duh, the bowls go there and the cups go there, etc. But start off with something weird – like ladles – and everything goes south. I’m just jamming stuff over the course of two days and hey – it’s all gonna get splashed anyway, right? Ok. I was so embarrassed by that photo I actually re-loaded the dishes. Hey – some of those dishes already look pretty clean. Did I run this already? *sigh* whatever
Not much new to report today. Still working on videos, ate some dinner, yada yada yada. I really need to start taking pictures earlier in the day when I’m not in this house. Annette, will you remind me?
So, I give you this picture. I think somebody needs to take a new picture for the computer desktop.
While waking up the children today, I asked Parker what I should make for dinner. The clever 3-year-old said, “Mashed pothathoes”. “Hmmm, what else?” I asked. “Milk.”
Well, Parker, we didn’t drink milk, but we did make mashed potatoes. This may not be a big deal to any of the rest of you, but I almost never, ever make them. To have potatoes you have to have gravy, and that requires a whole lotta steps. Tonight, though, we feasted like royalty! A tiny roast (hurried along in the process using the Spike Method), green beans, GRAVY and mashed potatoes. Yuh-um.
We’ve got a ricer, which is fun because you don’t have to peel the potatoes. Just chop, boil, smash, and the skins stay behind.
Thanks, Parker. This spud’s for you. (You saw that comin’, huh?)
Here’s the latest on the super-slow house project.Â I manage to rip off about two square feet of wall paper a week.Â What was I thinking?Â Lloyd asked, “So what’s your plan?”Â Plan?Â I have no plan.Â I’m ripping wallpaper and a plan will come in June, when I’m done.
I’m not ripping paper tonight, though.Â I’ve been in my jammies since 6:30 and had plans to go to bed right after American Idol.Â Then stupid House had to be a stupid new episode.Â Now I’ll be up all night!
The worst thing in the world, in my opinion, is coming home from work and figuring out what to eat.Â I don’t mind cooking so much, it’s the thinking that stinks.Â Normally this isn’t such a big deal because we’re stocked up from Sam’s, but that supply has run now dry.Â Until we can get into Lincoln, what on earth will we have for dinner?Â You pick!Â Keep in mind that anything that looks edible on these shelves has probably expired.