All my great writing ideas today came while mixing wet ingredients into dry ones for tomorrow’s chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting for Evelyn’s class. I even wiped my hands free of the stuff to type a bit. The paper liners are too big, leading the excess to fold over, so the supposed-to-be circles have a wave, like the letter ‘m’ in them. I’m embarrassed, but only slightly; thankfully, everyone who’s anyone won’t likely care. They’re only four.
Three Ziploc bags later, and chocolate frosting, the cupcakes are adequately iced. Phase one was a solid line swirled on, “It looks like poop, doesn’t it?” When Dave didn’t disagree, I upped my icing game to a pipe fitting, a flower-like pattern for cake design. The fancy pattern improved the look drastically, even though just like when you press Play-Doh through tiny holes it makes worms, but also shoots back at you through the opposite end. The hazards of love, I suppose.
A sad plant sits on the kitchen counter, reminding me of my survival of the fittest mantra. Its crumpled leaves, paper-like, are a result of a few days too many outside in 40-degree weather. If you’re going to point the finger at me, I won’t allow it. That’s the chance plants take coming into my house.
I’m playing an app on my phone, full of rummaging through crypts for gems, battling in arenas for a stronger army, and building my city and army to improve my skills and resources. A month ago, I saw the app as addictive and pointless. Yet yesterday and today, I’m feeling a little more than okay with the whole thing. Lessening up the reins on myself feels nice, like instead of getting progress notes done in three days like Insurance companies prefer, I’m doing them within four.
Long ago, it’d take me weeks to write them, which was a result of being in a group practice with not the best practices in this area.
After making the two-plus hour drive back from Ocean City, entering the house, and feeling the cold 55 degrees, I immediately remembered we had a digital thermostat. Which meant we don’t have to live like this anymore. Instead of a pre-scheduled, cozy home, it took four hours to unthaw everything. Well, now we know.
During Mel Brooks’ “Dracula: Dead and Loving It,” Dave and I wrapped presents for Evelyn. Mostly Paw Patrol items including their faces on figurines, socks, a birthday shirt, a soccer ball, and pajamas. We placed them on the ottoman just outside her room; I can’t wait to see how excited she is in the morning.
The cupcakes, although shaky at the start, ended up turning out beautifully. They’re resting comfortably in the fridge now.
And to top off my weekend of self-proclaimed laziness, I’m finishing it off with a sadness bowl. If you don’t know of this, you didn’t hit up KFC right before closing in the 2008th year of our lord. Consider yourself lucky. Anyway, it’s a mixing of food, like meat, cheese, and a biscuit with gravy smothered on the top. With no veggies in sight.
Well, time to work off this extra yummy food in my sleep. Take care, Love, Jaclynn.
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