Riddle me this, Internet: is there actually a good way to fold fitted sheets? Because for the past ten years or so, I’ve gotten as far as matching up a couple of corner seams and then settled for just wadding the damn things up into a kind of wrinkly roll that can be piled in with the other sheets.
I’m not saying that I actually would put in the effort to properly fold fitted sheets, I just, you know, want to know.
Last night, I went bowling with some friends. It was…an interesting experience. At one point, the machine started to clear the pins as one of the girls bowled her last shot and the computer gave her a miss and scored a strike for me. That was followed up by the machine allowing me to throw two balls before moving on to the next person. As a finale, another friend got to throw five extra balls because the computer refused to advance.
I’m always slightly disappointed, when I go bowling, that no little crew of Zen monks shows up a lá The Next Karate Kid. That is such a terrible movie and I love it unabashedly. Come to think of it, that’s one of my quote-along terrible movies that I don’t actually own! If anyone needs to come up with a present for me for any reason, there you have it: The Next Karate Kid. Or any other really terrible movie. I love them.
So…I decided to cook today.
I have a really slapdash manner of compiling a shopping list. I look over the ingredients of interesting recipes and scribble down the items I know or think I might need. And then I go to the store and usually just ignore the list anyway.
As it turns out, I should have ignored the part of that first recipe that read, “add two cups of bread crumbs.” That is a lot of bread crumbs, people. So, instead of eggplant!parmesan!bake, I wound up with eggplant-and-gummy-tomato-paste!bake. I even added a second pint of marinara sauce after the breadcrumbs to try to compensate. There are two layers of eggplant in it, too, so there’s enough to last for weeks.
After repairing the damage I had done to the kitchen (I am not a neat chef), I went upstairs and sat down with my computer and started to play a flash game. I managed to play for about eight minutes before saying aloud, “…Why am I doing this? I want to be productive!”
That statement came from me?! Alert the presses, the world is about to end!
And then I decided to excavate my room. This is an “oh ye gods, what have I done” decision.
And THIS beauty is my bed, complete with Inglebert the Dragon and the Slug-a-cado whichwill eventually be my nephew’s (but first I need to get off my duff and finish knitting his arms and legs).
On a Chore Wars note, and I am eying someone in particular right now, I added a Crafty Room of Craftiness to the Guildhall of Choreliness and knitting a sock just so happens to now be an adventure waiting to be claimed…!
So, now my closet and my bed are fresh and organized and pretty and the rest of my room is a disaster of bags and heaps and suitcases and awfulness. I’m choosing to pretend that half of the room doesn’t exist and just enjoying a sense of accomplishment at using the closet for the first time in roughly ten months.
HEY GUESS WHAT. My mother is in California right now on BabyWatch. My sister is ready to burst. I AM ABOUT TO BECOME AN AUNT, WORLD. BRING ME THAT BABY!!!!