Kasey is out of town. Usually when he's out of town I keep myself happy by making a total mess in the kitchen baking up something gooey that adds substance to your thighs and backside :). Since he and I are fasting with our church its a no go on the big messy bake-a-thon. All day things have popped in my head that I COULD be making on a cold stay inside kinda day like today. Homemade dinner rolls with lots of butter melted on top, loaded oatmeal cookies, and I'm dyin' to borrow Perri's new pan and make up a gooey bundt cake. And for some reason I really want bacon. Remember that dog treat commercial where all the dog did was sniff around frantically saying "bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon". That's me today.
On another note. Today is no laundry day. Meaning I did laundry into the evening yesterday and so there's nothing but pj's in the dirty clothes basket. Till little Owen took a nap on MY nicely made bed and peed through his clothes and onto and through every blanket, quilt, and sheet. Looks like no laundry day has taken a sudden turn. And now its evening again and here I'll go out onto our old screened in porch to enter our stairway to the basement in the dark Indiana cold. To wash 3 loads of blankets, quilts, and sheets. Up and down the stairs I'll go, driving our superdog, Swartz crazy as I exit out the back door over and over without taking him with me. (of course, I would take him with me but he's scared to death of going down the stairs. He's gonna have to muster up some courage, he's supposed to be growing into a fierce guard dog) On the bright side though, I threw the pj's that were in the dirty basket in with my bedding so tomorrow will be another no laundry day. (except for the clothes that WILL be sitting in the basket that we are wearing right now). UGH...I bet they'll be calling out to me from the basement. Wash me, Wash me, Wash me. At least that'll give me something more to hear instead of bacon, bacon, bacon.