Thursday, July 7, 2011
Day 123.
One, two, three--that makes me giggle. When opening a can of atrichoke hearts or any type of can good, I would suggest you not slice a finger or thumb on the sharp metal edge of the lid. However, the unpleasantness of such a cut can be delightfully overcome by anit-bacterial medication and a Hello Kitty bandage. There is something about fixing a meal with someone and eating together while talking about the world, your lives, and all that is the worls that really makes me happy. I'm not sure if spending time in a kitchen with someone brings joy to my life because that is how I have spent a great deal of time with my family through out my life or if it is just beacuse I enjoy it. The food always tastes better when cooked by a few people chatting with each other too. Unless it is Lindsey and I trying to make Pad Tai;that is just plain disgusting...not the dish but the dish cooked by L and myself. Despite my bandaid and the lovely cooking activity of the night, there are better things to come than an average night in the boringly calm life that is mine. My Chelsea is coming to visit me in a week and I am so excited for all the scadalous activities two old women can find to do. Maybe we will just go completely bonkers and spend an entire day in Barnes and Nobels. Scandalous, I know. That's just how we role. Much cleaning must occur within this next week. Unfortunately, in my current household of three no one likes to clean. In fact all of us despise cleaning and have developed the ability to pretend messes don't exisit. Well, at least two of us can. The third, my mother, notices them after a while and will freak out about anything that could potentially attract bugs. Which I guess is great because I don't really want any pets living in our house with us unless they are at least the size of a dog. Speaking of pets, tommorrow is the first night this week I'll be at the restaurant. After being included in some of the comraderie that occurs between the employees there I can't help but to hope that it could happen again tomorrow night. Every day is a bonus, right?
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