It is barely after Noon, and already I have gone to the gym! Made a grocery list! Gone to Whole Foods! Made breakfast and lunch! And have talked! with! lots! of! exclamation! points!
It must be the endorphins.
Not even two years old, and already my baby has been in a shuffle over his cocaine addiction.
(Oh, please, that's not cocaine -- it's formula. Neocate formula. And it's more expensive than blow anyway.)
Last night for dinner, I made my famous pumpkin pasta -- one of the recipes that is definitely going in the cookbook...
... except I had to make it with frozen pureed winter squash, because Whole Foods is under the impression that people don't eat pumpkin through out the year.
Tonight, I will be working to perfect Aaron's Proclaimed Greens'n'Beans Soup. I don't know what's going on with his appetite, requesting two cold-weather dinners when we're hitting 90 degrees.
I vacuumed the baking soda out of the buffet, but it still stinks. So we moved it outside and I sprayed 381 bottles of febreze in it....
... and then moved it to the garage because it is still stink-kay.
So, we just realized this weekend that we are having Darwin's birthday party in a few weeks, and what in tarnation are we gonna do? I found some material that I like for inspiration, but I can't quite decide. Also, Aaron's going on a two-week business trip next week (so be prepared for demented Laura), and can I really get everything handmade and ready for the party if Aaron is gone the entire time?
Help, me internet, help me! (oh crap, another exclamation point)