Ugh. Allergy season's kicking in early this year. Not good for my head.
Things with Boy remain on this side of completely ridiculous.
I love how when I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, near the head but not against it, BoyDog jumps up on the end, walks behind me, gives me this 'look how privledged I am' sort of look, and plops down right on my pillows. The best part is he doesn't even stay there; just long enough to prove he can - that he can be the first one to claim the ultra-comfy, fresh-made glory, before he gets up and goes to sprawl at the foot. Brat.
Tomorrow promises to be fabulously hectic. In the morning I have to go shopping for BBQ supplies (including, possibly, charcoal, because I just realized tonight we may not have any); at 12 a four year-old gets dropped off at my house for babysitting; and just when she leaves at two, Becca's coming, and I'll get to bully her into helping me start getting stuff ready for when everyone else gets here.
Oooh. And because I've always wanted to be one of the cool kids who posts fun, easy recipes on her livejournal: Hannah and I have been on a baking spree lately. We come home from work, cook something, go eat dinner, and then she comes back over to munch. Yesterday was pumpkin cheesecake tarts, which came out pretty well, though a little too pumpkin-pie like for my tastes. But today, today were Chocolate Chip Cookie Cups. They took no time at all, and are utterly amazing.
You can probably use peanut butter chips instead of crumbles Reeses - that's what we meant to use, but the store didn't have any. And really, I think the Reeses probably tasted and melted better anyway.
Woo. I feel like Martha Stewart.
Damn dog stole the pillows again.