the reluctant return ...

chuck has a new schedule, which means that instead of liberating all of the grape powerade from the ghetto spur station at 2:30 a.m., i'm having a girlie alone night. [this needs a new name ... as is, it sounds like something sophomore boys would raid in search of training bras and rainbow brite underwear].

i've forgotten what happens when left to my own devices [without wine]. at some point this happened:



a single serving of pancake, shaped like mickey mouse. [although, full disclosure, i was going for a bunny. and i didn't have milk that didn't smell like elmer's glue, so i used very vanilla soy milk]. feeling pretty resourceful right now ... where are those knitting needles.

now. if i can just remember how to make myself go to bed.