Thanksgiving was pretty nice. Simple. Just my parents and I. I was dreading that my Mom would come through on a threat to have over 4 or 5 nosy relatives that I don't have much of a relationship with. I fully envisioned being silent all through dinner, and then struggling to not say something obnoxious whenever one of them would ask me personal questions.So what I was most thankful for Thursday was that none of them were there.
Once again, I made a kick-ass desert. Individually-sized molten chocolate cakes with a mint creme fraiche and raspberries (it doesn't look as ghey as it sounds, I swear). I don't even bake, but this batch rocked.
With the rest of my endless holiday weekend, i got started on a new home improvement project. Basically I'm building a loft storage space above an existing closet, with its own doors. All by myself. I've even borrowed power tools to make it happen (<grunt>, <growl>, <roar>
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In theory, I could finish it in two days. In practice, you know that that means I'll be at it all month.
Once again, I made a kick-ass desert. Individually-sized molten chocolate cakes with a mint creme fraiche and raspberries (it doesn't look as ghey as it sounds, I swear). I don't even bake, but this batch rocked.
With the rest of my endless holiday weekend, i got started on a new home improvement project. Basically I'm building a loft storage space above an existing closet, with its own doors. All by myself. I've even borrowed power tools to make it happen (<grunt>, <growl>, <roar>
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In theory, I could finish it in two days. In practice, you know that that means I'll be at it all month.
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and i think gaslight sounds more bruce springsteen meets rockabilly for the modern day.
and the pipettes are so fucking adorable, i want them all to be my bffs and we can walk around singing in three part harmonies.
she's a month old and already she's a jerk lol