May or May-Not Monday: Where you can divulge the secrets of life's mishaps without feeling like a failure. So go on... own up. I may have...
I may or may not have shown up in the exact same Land's End mint green skirt as a six year old at school today. Who wore it best? I can't really compete with a cute little girl :o)
I may or may not have taken my littles to dollar Tuesday at the theater to see Planes: Fire and Rescue and cried through the whole film. I was a bit emotional.
I may or may not have been head butted by a little and it reopened my lip. Seriously I had three days of healed lip. This time I seem to be avoiding the nasty infection. *Fingers crossed*
I may or may not have pulled myself out on the side at the pool and had so much water fill my bottoms that they started to come down. I hope I grabbed them in time and I mostly hope if I didn't, no one saw. I have a giant bruise on my shin to remind me of my lost dignity.
I may or may not have had to do further investigation on the ingredients of my rice milk and chicken stock because something in one of them almost was the end of me last week. I googled silicone dioxide because that was the ingredient in the rice milk I didn't know the meaning. Sand. It means sand. So now when I use it because the rice milk was not the culprit, I just imagine myself at the beach and just reaching down and grabbing a handful of sand and consuming it. Fantastic, I eat sand.
I may or may not have picked up goats milk to try in place of rice milk in my mashed potatoes because I really disliked the idea of eating sand. Especially when I finally realized what the grit I frequently find in my teeth was sand. Do not, I repeat, do not substitute goat's milk in your mashed potatoes!! Terrible stuff.
I may or may not have decided I am happy to eat sand.
I may or may have signed up to make gluten free cupcakes for the school carnival and once again not managed my time well. I need to make a rule that I pull every ingredient out days in advance to ensure that I do have everything. The morning of I realized I didn't have a way of transporting the cupcakes or keeping them separate from gluten. After dropping off one kid at school, with the other in tow, off I went to Walmart to solve that problem. Solved that problem, came home to start the cupcaking magic and realized that the box I thought was cake mix was just rice flour. Picked kid up from school, dropped the other off at school and back I went to Walmart to solve the problem. It being noon and my cupcakes needing to be dropped off by 3pm so I could pick up the other kid at school. Got home at 1:15, made lunch of the kid at home and busily began to whip out 50 cupcakes. I may or may not have been grateful that I have watched too many episodes of Cupcake Wars to know about the freezer trick. While they were in the freezer cooling, I desperately tried to put together a fancy piping gadget to make pretty cupcakes. Failed at that and put the frosting on with a knife. They showed up at 3pm with that homemade look, rather than that fancy professional look. I then spent the rest of the day worrying about whether it tasted good, because I couldn't try them due to the ingredients. Usually I have my testers tell me how amazing I am at making cupcakes. Thank you, Betty Crocker!
I may or may not have had to do further investigation on the ingredients of my rice milk and chicken stock because something in one of them almost was the end of me last week. I googled silicone dioxide because that was the ingredient in the rice milk I didn't know the meaning. Sand. It means sand. So now when I use it because the rice milk was not the culprit, I just imagine myself at the beach and just reaching down and grabbing a handful of sand and consuming it. Fantastic, I eat sand.
I may or may not have picked up goats milk to try in place of rice milk in my mashed potatoes because I really disliked the idea of eating sand. Especially when I finally realized what the grit I frequently find in my teeth was sand. Do not, I repeat, do not substitute goat's milk in your mashed potatoes!! Terrible stuff.
I may or may not have decided I am happy to eat sand.
I may or may have signed up to make gluten free cupcakes for the school carnival and once again not managed my time well. I need to make a rule that I pull every ingredient out days in advance to ensure that I do have everything. The morning of I realized I didn't have a way of transporting the cupcakes or keeping them separate from gluten. After dropping off one kid at school, with the other in tow, off I went to Walmart to solve that problem. Solved that problem, came home to start the cupcaking magic and realized that the box I thought was cake mix was just rice flour. Picked kid up from school, dropped the other off at school and back I went to Walmart to solve the problem. It being noon and my cupcakes needing to be dropped off by 3pm so I could pick up the other kid at school. Got home at 1:15, made lunch of the kid at home and busily began to whip out 50 cupcakes. I may or may not have been grateful that I have watched too many episodes of Cupcake Wars to know about the freezer trick. While they were in the freezer cooling, I desperately tried to put together a fancy piping gadget to make pretty cupcakes. Failed at that and put the frosting on with a knife. They showed up at 3pm with that homemade look, rather than that fancy professional look. I then spent the rest of the day worrying about whether it tasted good, because I couldn't try them due to the ingredients. Usually I have my testers tell me how amazing I am at making cupcakes. Thank you, Betty Crocker!
Isn't my wife wonderful, seriously who eats sand so she can stay alive for her children and stay beautiful for her husband.
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