Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day (on a day that we really need you and my yard is satisfactorily weeded).
All day I've been cleaning. Blah. I mopped, vacuumed and dusted. Then I vacuumed again because the boys spilled popcorn all over the floor.
I also cleaned out the medicine cabinet...
Aaron really doesn't like it when I do that ("It's like throwing money away, woman! I don't care if the medicine is expired by two years!").
I've also been working (key word: working, as in "not done yet") on organizing my scrapbook supplies. So far, I have one drawer completed...
I have another drawer and some shelves to go. Crap, why do I have so much?
And for anyone who knows me, they'll know this is A BIG FUCKING DEAL:
I. Took. The. Kitchen. Baby. Gates. Down. Run for your lives!
Actually, the boys are doing a pretty good job, considering this is the first day for them to be allowed free reign in the kitchen. I'm just so damn tired of jumping the gate all the time. Plus, it really opens up the space.
And for the creating part of the day...
I completed two Mother's Day cards last night and finished the other four today.
I'm not really all that happy with them, but they're alright (Griffin said his knight needed to be in the picture to make the cards less girly).
I also made some gluten-free brownies...
... don't be too impressed. They were out of a box.
Here's the observations:
1. These are definitely the best gluten-free prepackaged box mix I've tried.
2. But they are not good enough.
Number two is the story of my life. Why else would I be writing a cookbook?
(Which, by the way, the computer was ordered on Monday, and should be delivered between the 17th and 20th. Hopefully within three months I'll have a website with some sample pages to help me find a publisher. 'Cuz I have no clue how to do that. Cook? Yes. Find a publisher? Hell no.)