...hee, hee, hee...I love Sex and the City. And yes, it is four o clock in the morning and I am STILL awake. I have worked every single day (night) this week, and I have tonight (but not today) off from work, and I have done nothing. At all. Well, except run all around the freakin town trying to find the ingredients to make pizza.
Let me start at the semi-beginning (not that it's really that exciting, from the beginning or the middle). I made a peanut butter pie to take with me to work this morning (i made it whilst staying at my parents' house) and I was so proud of myself, especially since I remembered it - only I didn't remember it until I was at Red Lobster's back door. Oh, well. I took a detour on the way home tonight to pick it up so I would have it to take tomorrow (technically, today). That took a little time, plus I got caught up in a very special Lifetime movie. No, seriously. It was one woman's struggle....anyway. I grabbed the pie and we jammed back to Jville.
(Oh, and my CD played is screwed up, and I don't know what is wrong with it. The darn thing keeps making an angry buzzing, whirring noise and it says "ERR" - well, not out loud. It just has that displayed across the digital thingie. It's kind of annoying. Esp when there isn't anything on the radio.) I stopped by Steph's to chat with her for a bit, and I ended up being there for a while. I made my WalMart trip so that I would have the necessary ingredients to make the pizza I had to been SO looking forward to. I finally got home around 8, maybe? I heated the oven, changed into something comfy, fed the cats, etc. Then I went to get my stuff together and....NO YEAST! I then remembered that Mel had made some bread or something a while back, and I assume that would take a lot of yeast. I was determined to have pizza, so believe it or not I went back to wal mart, darted in to get my yeast, narrowly missed the annoying door greeter, purchased my necessaries, and left. I was gettin excited about the pizza by this time. I was really worked into a tizzy about it. Once I get home, I go to take out the flour that has the only pizza recipe I like to use bc I know it works and....NO FLOUR. I kid you not. I ended up having plenty of wheat flour and JUST enough white to do what I needed, only I had to improvise the recipe. It was delish, but what a pain in the ass this whole night was. I couldn't really even enjoy it, bc it was almost midnight by the time I finished. :(
I took a long satisfying bath, but I learned an important lesson: if you have a yummy bath product from Bath and Body Works, read the label. And if it says, "Do not use on freshly shaven skin," they ain't kidding. I learned that the hard way. I literally thought my skin was burning off and escaping down the drain. They should put that on the label!!!!! IN BOLD PRINT!!! If I had had any military secrets, I was ready to talk. That should be a torture technique. Crap, man.
Also, I got into a fight with my newest pair of shoes. We aren't really on the best terms - we are totally not speaking. I bought the CUTEST pair of Steve Madden cowboy boots for myself for Valentine's Day (after all, I've been SO good to me all year long!) and I haven't worn them a whole whole lot. Well, I wore them into the bank to see mi madre. I was gracefully striding across the room to the door, when suddenly my feet went not out from under me but in. My ankle slid inwards and I knocked the hell out of my knee(s). Oh, holy crap did it hurt. The only thing that hurt worse than my knee was my pride. I was like, "Golly, gee, did you see that? right out from under me! Have a fantastic day!" and then I proceeded to haul ass out of there. If I would have fallen backwards, I would not have gotten up. I promise you. I would have curled up into the fetal position and rocked my way towards my car in the parking lot. How emBARassing! I later found out from my mom that the man who cleans the floors uses furniture polish to make the floors shiny. Are you FREAKIN kidding me. Cause that's not a lawsuit waiting to happen.
Hm. Anyway. now that that's out. Maybe I'll try and get some sleep. Maybe...
Sunday, March 26, 2006
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