I was horribly productive last night. I always am when I'm under deadlines. Any other time I strive for a balance between complete sloth and non-productive idleness.
Oh Sure you say, anybody can be lazy but can they make it look like they're not.
What can I say.
It's a gift.
So last night, (under duress I might add), I came home from work, made the homeboys dinner, grocery shopped for what seemed like 6 hours, put everything away (cause JR would like to help but he'd just be in the way and Oh BTW honey, there's a game on), and made homemade ice cream.
Oh Sure you say, anybody can be lazy but can they make it look like they're not.
What can I say.
It's a gift.
So last night, (under duress I might add), I came home from work, made the homeboys dinner, grocery shopped for what seemed like 6 hours, put everything away (cause JR would like to help but he'd just be in the way and Oh BTW honey, there's a game on), and made homemade ice cream.
This morning I put together 80 of these little babies (is it any wonder I used store bought cookies), ran to the store to get a couple of things I forgot, took pictures, blogged, and got ready for work.
I'm exhausted!
I just can't keep up this pace!
The reason for all this frenzied activity is a co-worker is leaving and we are giving her a party today.
I'm exhausted!
I just can't keep up this pace!
The reason for all this frenzied activity is a co-worker is leaving and we are giving her a party today.
I hope everyone likes these. The ice-cream didn't set up very well. I probably used too much whole milk. I'm not making another batch.
I'm not,
I'm not,
I'm not!
(Envision me stomping my feet please)
I'm not,
I'm not,
I'm not!
(Envision me stomping my feet please)
Love,
M
P.S. Sorry for the whining. I wasn't able to fit painting in there and that always makes me cranky.
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