I was forced to go to my little tiny stuttering doctor this morning. He was holding my prescription refills for ransom. That's the only way he can get me to come in for my yearly check-up and blood work. My back no longer hurts so I didn't even mention it.
I always feel like an Amazon Woman when I go there. I swear I'm twice his size in height and weight. He went on and on about allergies being the root cause of everything. He does that every single time I go in. Whatever, tiny man. Shut-up and let me leave. He did finally let me leave... with yet another allergy nose spray and prescription. I did not mention allergies to him in any way. He's the one that always brings it up. Every time I go there I always leave with some kind of allergy medicine sample and prescription that I never use or fill.
I returned the two pairs of pants I had bought at Fashion Bug last week, and then I drove through the parking lot of Hobby Lobby. When there wasn't a parking place up front, I just kept driving. I really didn't want to go in I guess because I never park up front anyway.
Hello? Is anybody still here?
So I stopped at the grocery store and got bananas, cherries, grapes, milk, and Koolaid. I needed the Koolaid because I plan on dying some yarn later in the week when it's delivered by the mailman or UPS man or whoever (whomever?). You can expect some pictures of that mess for sure. I'm hoping to make the perfect shade of peach by combining orange and yellow. I think that will make peach anyway, won't it? We'll see. I just this second realized that I forgot to buy gloves. Dang it! I'll have to bribe Barnaby to stop and get me some tomorrow when he's working.
About that Cheesy Potatoes recipe I posted yesterday...I thought it was kind of weird. The half & half clotted up kind of weirdly. I used Swiss cheese, so maybe it was the combination of Swiss cheese and half & half that didn't work right. Anyway, they tasted okay but needed more salt. They didn't look very pretty though.
I'm making something that sounds horrid but tastes great for dinner tonight. Tuna and Peas in a cream gravy over toast. I see you turning your nose up, Miss Snobby Britches. Don't knock it until you've tried it. It's good I tell you. Will you get that look off of your face if I tell you it has bacon in it? Barnaby always asks me to make it, but I rarely have bacon in the house, which is what I use to start the gravy, so he doesn't get it very often.
Wow. I can't believe you're still here.
I'm off to make some coffee before it gets too late in the day to drink it. I need something to sustain me through making that fancy dinner. I think I'll put some lighted candles on our table.