Forgot The Stinkin' Ice Cream

Once again, I have proven where the ADD came from if our kids had been diagnosed with it.  Got through all-l-l-l-l-l of those green chiles.  I was dragging so badly, just couldn't understand why until I looked at the clock and had a lunch of rellenos at 2:30.  Made them out of powdered eggs, I know, "huh?".  But they tasted better than they smelled.  Actually not too bad.  I just got some to work with for the first time in years. I keep getting questions that can't be answered by yours truly because I like using just plain egg whites.




Then it was time to start mending.  Or maybe iron the red organza runners that I have from a wedding.

Or I clean out the cupboard just right of the kitchen stove.

Next was cleaning out a drawer, dump the stuff from the junk drawer into that drawer.






Then it was sorting through all the run-a-way pens, pencils and other stuff into the little bin on the fridge.
Extras went into the new, larger junk drawer, but just for now  ;+ D 

Next I moved the aprons, tea towels and clean-up towels into a deep drawer that Jacqueline left empty the other day, with the direction to, "Not put anything in that drawer before she came back!"  Sorry Jacqueline, it's perfect, thanks!  Oh and yeah, the storage bags are back in the kitchen!

Then I put all the chiles into the freezer, just do not want to peel all those little beggars today!  Dragged Sarah and Lincoln to the store before a sale that ran out at midnight.  Haven't had any ground beef for several months.  Made tacos, ate tacos, took some dumb pictures, took pills so I would have an excuse to eat tacos, again.

Now I am elevating my fat little foot so I just can't run a sewing machine, right?  That is my pedal foot after all.  I know lame, but I really detest mending.  Probably because I have so many jeans to do and BLAH!  I keep telling myself to be grateful that I have jeans to mend . . . . . then I remember, "They all belong to Jon".  I really want to lose that last 30 lbs. so I can adopt them to wear around the house, or knowing me, all over town.  Cut them off for capri pants, fill the deep pockets, free . . . . so nice.
I guess this amounts to I didn't earn any ice cream.  Sigh . . . .  que sera sera . . . .

Now as I think about all this, something seems so familiar . .  hummmm.  Oh, I know what why.  I seem to remember for years, no matter what I asked/told the kids to do, I would come home and absolutely anything and everything was done except what they had been assigned.  so the fact that my mending is still sitting over there, and there and over there too, must be their fault, I caught it from them!

It is actually the next morning now and since breakfast is done, it is time to spray weeds then clean up for a dental appointment . . . . aha!  Saved again!