Today I made significant progress. Grandma’s orange rolls are boxed up for Thursday morning’s breakfast. The floors are spotless. Two loads of laundry are done. A cranberry bread is in the oven as I write this.
Mid-day, Mark called to say J. and M. would be coming over tonight to play with the Wii and probably for dinner. I was busy with my master plans for Thanksgiving and thought, dude, seriouslii? But, I made a dash to the store, picked up a few additional Thanksgiving ingredients and the makings of White Chicken Chili.
Or should I say, Chilii?
I whipped up some homemade guacamole and we had a nice dinner, in between Wii bouts.
Tomorrow, on one of my trips out I have to remember to buy a potato masher. I vaguely remember tossing our old one before the move and can’t seem to find it. It’s just as well; a piece of the handle was missing causing the masher to impale one’s hand in a stigmata-like fashion. Mii? I’m gunning for a stigmata-free holiday.
OK, that’s enough of the Wii nonsense. Had to get it out of my system.