Can You Hear Me Now?

I decided I AM going to do a bit of baking this week, use of right hand or no. I am a woman, I believe it is my birthright to change my mind. If I take it slow and just do a bit, I should be able to show up at Lisa’s on Christmas Eve with a tin and make my Chiropractor and Christine at the pub very, very happy. Oh, did my chiropractor ever give me a guilt trip on Saturday when I showed up without shortbread cookies! I ruined his Christmas. There will be no Christmas. I don’t care about him. Blah blah blah. And he of all people knows my situation! Bugger.

I made this decision on Sunday and decided to head over to Wal-Mart to pick up the necessary ingredients. Wal-Mart a week before Christmas is a JOY to behold, but my shopping options are limited. I slowwwwly scootered around the grocery area, and it took me three trips up and down the baking aisle and a consultation with a store clerk to realize they were seriously sold out of icing sugar, regular sugar, and miniature marshmallows (I’m making fudge too). The dairy aisle only had about 5 sticks of butter left. Insane! Have no fear though, Michelle took me to Safeway while we were out today so I could get the rest of what I needed. It’s all out on the kitchen table ready to go, no excuses!

N.B. Michelle and I met up today so we could visit before she leaves town for the holidays. She gave me a beautiful calendar she had made with pictures from her trips to Africa and Croatia. The little world traveler, she just wants to rub it in!!

Speaking of photos, my other reason for making a trip to the mall on Sunday was to get some film developed. One of the men behind the counter bumped into the man helping me, and hit his arm hard. He said, “it’s okay, it’s just my arm, I have two”. Then he stated that science is almost at the point where he could just grow another one anyway. He looked at his co-worker and said “could you imagine if I had a third arm, how much more work I could get done around here?” I looked at him funny. “You just grew a third arm. And all you can think about is how much more work you could do?!”

“Uhhh… I could drink a bottle of beer, eat pizza, and flip the remote, all at the same time!”

“Now you’re talkin’!”

I was, in fact, thinking of other uses for that third hand, but that’s just me. *insert angel emoticon here*

Speaking of remotes, I was flipping channels the other night and came across some Christmas movie with Neil Patrick Harris. One must always pause the remote when Doogie is in view. I watched a scene where NPH was talking to this young boy raking leaves. He was saying that his mom left him and his dad when he was really young; NPH said he lost his mom as well, when he was around the same age. The boy stopped raking the leaves and said, sadly, “I hate not having a mom”. I started to cry and immediately changed the channel. The mere thought of not having my mom around can wreck me instantly, and we don’t need that.

Alrighty it’s past my bedtime, I must be up bright and early to put on my baking gear and get to work!