I'm about to make my famous cranberry sauce for tomorrow's supper with friends. I should have done it hours ago.
I'm also trying to find a babysitter for Bartleby for when I am out of the house tomorrow. Weirdly, things going as well as they have is making it a little worse for the small guy. The sutures are driving him to distraction and I have been advised against doing anything topically to relieve the itching.
So I spend all my time staring at him and shouting LEAVE IT!
Poor doll.
I also thing I'm suffering from bread poisoning. After tomorrow, I'm straight back on the gluten-free wagon that I so spectacularly feel off of over the last two stressful months. My stomach is a mess, yo. Lesson learned.
Happy fooding folks!
I want these. They have a pocket for a knife. Pocket for a knife.
I didn't already post that, did I? I like them that much. I might totally have.
I have just made two 2-quart casserole dishes of sausage stuffing to be baked tomorrow. For tomorrow's thing, we're taking that and REALLY GOOD COFFEE. And Xanax, because I will probably need it.
I'm about to go start these for breakfast tomorrow: [link] That should be both pumpkin goodness and sweet roll breakfast goodness!
We signed up to bring cookies for Noah's Thanksgiving party. The teacher bagged them all up individually and sent one each home with his class because they don't allow candy at school. [link] Um. Okay. But cookies are as sweet as candy! And all the kids who bring iced cupcakes for their birthday? ALSO as candy like as candy. Fuck if I'll bother to do cookies again. I'm pretty angry and weirdly hurt.
But in non angry bitchy news, with her speaking valve on Grace practices saying Momma.
God, Kat, that link is breaking my heart. Happy Thanksgiving!
Aw, Grace.
That is some kind of bullshit about the cookies though. Weird letter-of-the-law.
ita, it's a tearjerker!
If you want to come for any part of tomorrow, I'll happily come and get you (as it will get me out of the house which I will need).
Kat, thank you. That's beautiful.
That is some kind of bullshit about the cookies though. Weird letter-of-the-law.
Also, consider last year, I sent witch cupcakes (for a party) with licorice hair, chocolate dipped ice cream cones and candy corn noses and no one batted an eye.
I don't like getting my kid in trouble inadvertently. So I told him I was done sending cookies and I wouldn't do it anymore for parties and I didn't want to send cupcakes either.
Fuck. For halloween? We sent cakeballs. Chocolate dipped. Please to explain how that shit is NOT candy.
