Our computer is on the fritz. We've used up our memory and Travis is trying to fix the problem in five minute increments between his sixteen call shifts this month, thus the lack of posts over the last few weeks.
I made two double batches of muffins incorrectly today. The first time I made them, and after putting them into the oven, I realized that half of the buttermilk I measured out was still sitting on the counter. I was making them for Isaac's Easter party so I started on the second batch hoping to have a better outcome. This time I put the right amount of everything in but, once again after putting them into the oven I realized that I put white flour into my whole wheat muffins. Sadly, at this point it occurred to me that I had also made the same mistake on the first batch. I took the second batch to the school as it was. How picky could kindergartners be?
My house is a mess.
I just cooked some BBQ chicken wings for my boys. They were perfect, and then I cooked them and cooked them and cooked them. It might be fun to post a photo of them. Then again, considering the computer situation and the fact that the chicken wings matched the black pan I cooked them on, I think we can all just imagine BLACK and get the idea just the same.
Burke got shots today.
Charlie is two years old.
Today Theron was hit in the eye with the doorknob when Charlie slammed it in his face. I (accidentally) nailed him in the head with the bottom of Burke's car seat while getting out of the van at the doctor's office in the pouring rain and he just stubbed his toe on the computer room door.
Isaac is fine but when I am done with this post and I go out to the TV room the remind him that they are supposed to be putting away their toys rather than playing with them he is going to remind me (once again) that "it [life] is not fair".
My friend Britt says that when I have a bad experience I should talk to six people about it and then I will feel better. I wonder if there are six bloggers out there who can help me laugh this day off?
While I wait for a response I guess I'll go into the kitchen and scrape charcoal off the outside of the chicken wings. Mmm.