What is it with the Munchs that people can't stay away from?
I was cleaning out my kitchen cabinets today and you know what I found? Dutched cocoa. Yup. Authentic, European style (whatever that means) Dutched cocoa. And I have cake flour, too.
I need to experiement with the baking before the Elmo cake pan I ordered comes in for O's birthday. I'm thinking cupcakes.
I've never been camping, and that does not make me the least bit sad.
Smart girl.
I just went for a medium-sized walk, home from the yummy yummy food store. So all's well that ends well.
What is it with the Munchs that people can't stay away from?
Sometimes you just get the Munchies.
When I came to work today, I had 538 emails in my inbox. Now I have five.
I think I should save the sent mail file for tomorrow though.
It really needs to be 5:30 now. Why isn't it yet?
It really needs to be 5:30 now. Why isn't it yet?
Because that means I would have missed my bus?
So it's not really all about me?
Sad now.
Because it's 8:00?
No! It's 7:00! All bow before Central Standard Time! GMT - 0600 rulez!
tommyrot--love your tag! Although I do miss the live conductor's announcements, as immortalized in The Fugitive.
"Next stop, Balbo. Balbo is the next stop."
"This is my stop."
"Mine, too."