I'm sitting here, eating oatmeal and baking a pumpkin cheesecake for tomorrow. Dustin's dad just called and said we are supposed to get hellacious snow and wind storms tonight and tomorrow. I really hope he is wrong. I hate bad weather driving and I already hate the drive from here to 131.
I ended up taking a sservice desk shift yesterday, so all of my baking and shopping is being crammed in. I went out bar hopping last night as well (disappointing--I think I'm getting too old for that), so I didn't get up as early as planned today. And I have to work tonight til 11 and after work, I have to take Dustin shopping for food stuffs for tomorrow. Plus, I'm supposed to meet some co-workers for a drink--which I don't think is gonna happen.
I gotta get my cheesecake out of the ove, shower and get ready and then endure the hell that is a grocery/retail chain the night before Thanksgiving. Hello cranky workers on overtime and stupid last minute bitchers who can't BELIEVE we are out of pie crusts.
Happy Turkey DAy everyone!
I ended up taking a sservice desk shift yesterday, so all of my baking and shopping is being crammed in. I went out bar hopping last night as well (disappointing--I think I'm getting too old for that), so I didn't get up as early as planned today. And I have to work tonight til 11 and after work, I have to take Dustin shopping for food stuffs for tomorrow. Plus, I'm supposed to meet some co-workers for a drink--which I don't think is gonna happen.
I gotta get my cheesecake out of the ove, shower and get ready and then endure the hell that is a grocery/retail chain the night before Thanksgiving. Hello cranky workers on overtime and stupid last minute bitchers who can't BELIEVE we are out of pie crusts.
Happy Turkey DAy everyone!
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Yeah, she's a vegetarian. She wasn't when we got married (she still ate chicken and the occasional hamburger) but she soon went all the way. Well, almost all the way, because she still eats fish occasionally, which would really make her a pescatarian.
We have a deal about meat: We never cook it in the house, and she will not touch it or clean up after it. So, I can get lunchmeat or, say, chinese takeout, but we don't make things like pot roast or chicken. When we're at a restaurant, I can order anything I want except veal, because she can't handle my eating little baby cows.
We do have trouble going out to restaurants, but we have found some that she can find food at that she likes. But it totally cuts out fast food places and many chains. But you get used to it.