Wow, I missed a lot. My internet has been down the past few days and I was off work (read “internet haven”). My internet is something that has caused me nothing but grief. I connect wirelessly, from Tim’s broadband. Usually, there is a little green icon acting as a service indicator, so I know I’m online. The icon alternates between green, yellow and red depending on the signal. Once I sat, quite annoyed, and watched the icon switch back and forth like a traffic light on speed–earning itself a spot on the “Top Ten Things Tormenting Teri” list right above Buddy-the-Cat. For the past four days, that icon has been a solid red for no apparent reason other than to mock me.
Shannon, is having a house-warming/Christmas party this Sunday night. In an effort to be helpful, I went over to her apartment yesterday to help her bake holiday treats for the party. It served as a further reminder that I am, in no way, a chef. I don’t know the difference between chopping and dicing and please don’t even get me started on using dashes of things. It’s a foreign language. My philosophy is, “If the microwave can’t do it, I sure as hell can’t either.”
But while I’m no good at being in charge in the kitchen, I can assist like no body’s business. Things like “hand me that bowl” and “set the timer” are right up my alley.