Oh, my. I just read my daughter's latest blog post in which she listed the things she wants to get done today to make herself feel good. Hahaha! I just DON'T know from where she gets her totally unrealistic sense of what can humanly be accomplished in one day's time!
I, too, (if you can believe such a thing -- sigh) made a list for today that looks a lot like hers. It's just after lunch time now and what headway have I made on said list? Not much. But it's not my fault. (Never is. Chuckle-chuckle.)
Zoey the Wonder Dog had her first "accident" on one of her beds over night. (That's why I'm thankful we've never let a dog sleep in our bed.) I'm sure hoping the poor ol' gal isn't moving into the stage where she'll need Doggie Depends. So even though it wasn't on my list for the day, I stripped her bed in the bedroom that got christened and her other two and washed all of the covers along with some rugs that were waiting for attention.
On another topic, Papa Pea and I have both been d-y-i-n-g for a sweet treat (I guess neither one of us exudes enough sweetness on our own) so I found a recipe for Butterscotch Pudding that I thought I'd give a try. It took me exactly one hour and just about every dish, bowl, pan, whisk and rubber spatula in the kitchen, plus the electric beater, to try to resurrect this recipe that seemed to go askew in every single step of the process. Amazingly enough the pudding now looks like pudding and is in eight dessert cups in the refrig. How does it taste? Pan lickings weren't bad, but we'll see tonight. It's not too often that you find a recipe that just does not work like you would expect it to, but I sure had trouble with this one. I checked the directions and ingredients six-times-to-Sunday and am sure it wasn't operator error.
So after that fiasco (even IF the pudding should be a winner, I'll never attempt it again), it was lunch time. Fine, I thought, I'll hit my list with gusto right after we eat.
Hubby and I were discussing one thing and another over our bowls of yogurt (me) and kefir (he) with blueberries and we decided that this afternoon I should tackle a big job that we have been talking about for a long time (read: all dingity-dong winter) but have been avoiding because it would be so much easier (and less painful) to do it if I could do part of it outside. In decent weather. So as not to freeze to death in the process. Since it's a sunny day and 45 degrees in the shade . . . well, looks as though the list I had for the day will be ready and waiting for me tomorrow morning.
Bye. Gotta go put on my new mud boots . . .
. . . and slosh back to a storage building for some materials for my project this afternoon.
You can call me "Your Highney-ness"
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