I am sick of food. Do we really need to eat? Whyyyyyyy?
I just looked at the calendar after writing that sentence and CRACKED UP because there is NO WAY for us to eat together, like, AT ALL this week. I thought things might be easier because Harry's play will be done, but I have class Monday and Wednesday, a work thing on Tuesday, a social thing on Thursday, and then Friday is movie night. So, I guess we DON'T have to eat. I think I will not mention my 4 late nights to Ben, but wen he asks what's for dinner, I will cackle.
Also, I am really interested in a creamy chicken pasta situation I read about on the back of the Aldi organic chicken stock, so I will keep you posted on that. And! I want to make these cookies, and these, and these, and also these.
So, cookies, rotisserie chicken, whatever salad greens are still safe to eat, a huge batch of salsa chicken and taco shells and a bunch of cereals and frozen pancakes for Dorothy and Cooper. Perfect.