I just put 5 loaves of chocolate chip pumpkin bread in the oven. That's right. 5.
Dang! You SO win! Your house is going to smell SO GOOD in about 15 minutes.
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I just put 5 loaves of chocolate chip pumpkin bread in the oven. That's right. 5.
Dang! You SO win! Your house is going to smell SO GOOD in about 15 minutes.
I'm very intrigued by making them with oats, though.
As am I. I will likely stay awake until reviews are posted. Unless you don't actually make them tonight; then I'll probably go to sleep. But I'd be a little sad.
I just put 5 loaves of chocolate chip pumpkin bread in the oven. That's right. 5.
It's like Christmas! Oh.
It already smells good. They've been in the oven almost 30 minutes now.
Thank, le n, I do 15 minute chunks.
I want goodies. I has no noms, I has only a busy. I may eat a half a grapefruit with sugar, actually.
Progress so far:
I'm now going to put away clothes and pack while I skype-listen to my family reading The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.
You're doing great, smonster! We have Foie-reos here if you want a decadent protein snack.
I'm now going to put away clothes and pack while I skype-listen to my family reading The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.
If you're putting away clothes, you can do that duvet cover right quick!
...I need to get off the couch and leave the house, which I haven't actually done today. er.
Excellent progress! (ETA: to smonster. meara... happy visiting Outsideland, if that's your choice.)
OK, I am inspired to make a list, at least, for what needs to happen tomorrow before I leave Friday. I'm having gastro issues today, which I totally brought on myself yesterday by thinking, "Wow, I haven't had gastro issues since I moved. Awesome!" Stupid brain.
Just needed to say it the once, however.
Alright, smonster, I have stuff to do, too. Not as hefty a list as yours, but still... stuff that won't do itself.
Foie-reos are tempting, and I do need to walk Frankie... oh, for more hours in the day. We'll see how much I get done in the next hour.