I am the only person who eats peanut butter toast by dipping it in coffee. This strange breakfast treat comes courtesy of my dad, who is also the person responsible for my sister and I calling Kool-Aid “Bug Juice” our entire childhood. I believe we have the United States Navy to thank for both of those.
I think I’m going to have peanut butter toast for breakfast, because I’ve been thinking about it. Yesterday we set up the coffee maker we received as a Christmas present from Mr. Dump’s business partner. This thing is what every home should own – you put coffee beans in a thing at the top and it grinds them into the basket as part of the brewing process. There is a water filter built in to take out the yuckies. And it drips into a caraf so it will stay hot for hours without being on a burner. I think today’s peanut butter toast is going to ROCK!
I think there are a few things that I am not going to get from Santa that I see people getting all time time in television commercials. I like television commercials because they really do tell me how much my life stinks, and how very much improved my life could be if I would just get off the couch, roll over to the mall and spend my hard earned cash. It’s so easy, even a child can do it. (For the record, Junior is not allowed to watch infomercials because he gets sucked in and he wants everything they sell. Right now the thing is that hydroponics herb garden. Because, you know, he needs fresh herbs.
- A Car. An expensive car specifically. With a giant red bow. You know, I’ve been around for quite a few years, and I can tell you that I’ve never seen a car with a giant bow on it in anyone’s driveway. And I notice things like that. Also, if Mr. Dump ever buys me a car without asking my input on make, model, color and options, he will be known from that point on as “Stumpy”.
- Gigantic Diamonds. Okay, this would be a very cool gift, I’ll admit. But really, I do not want our checking account drained so that I can get a rock that would look more appropriate on Wilma Flintstone. Or whoever is currently married to Donald Trump.
- A BBQ for tailgating. I don’t tailgate. Maybe I would if I had a portable grill that can make a 14 course dinner before the game. But I don’t have one so I will be grilled-meatless this Christmas.
- A hydroponics tabletop growing kit. Even if the thought of endless cherry tomatoes is appealing, I’d be all over this if I thought I could get even one good beefsteak tomato mid-winter. I don’t cook with a lot of mint, though, so I don’t know if it’s worth the investment.
- Vinyl siding and replacement windows. Gosh, what a thoughtful gift! Could those replacement windows come in, say, a mansion of some kind instead of my little Cape? That would be great!
That’s all I have for now. If I think of more, I’ll add them today, because you know what? You are totally worth it.
And if you’re looking for something uplifting to read (and like me, it’s okay if you tear up at work) I suggest reading The Gift over at Suldog’s blog.
Why am I not finished with my Christmas shopping? I do not understand – I am usually better than this. I have people I need to buy things for that I will not see after Friday, so I have to get my royal butt in gear right away.
I’m happy to hear we might see more snowflakes tonight. That’s great news. My street is still completely covered with hard-packed snow so this will really help out in that department. Ye Olde Minivan has zero traction as it is, so I think this may put me in some sort of physics black hole with negative traction. If I was better at science I could explain to you how negative traction works, but I am not very good at science, or math for that matter. I can’t wait until Junior gets to the point where I am no longer of service to him for math homework. I think I have another year before I hit that point.
Okay, so if this is the kind of weather we get before winter even officially starts, what should we expect after the 21st?
Mr. Dump is out snowblowing right now, and we have chicken in the crock pot ready to be served as soon as he comes back in, and a fire in the fireplace. Did I mention how much a crock pot rules? It rules. RULES. He just won’t let me cook with onions anymore because the smell stays in the house for a day or so after and he can’t stand it. I totally see where he’s coming from. I am hyper-sensitive to smells myself. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to make stuff with onions, however.
Junior thinks he won’t have school tomorrow because there is so much snow. I heard we’ll get 50mph winds overnight and into the morning. Did I mention that I forgot to take the flagpole down back before it started being Antarctica around here? Ya, I’m going to pay for that, I’m pretty sure. No way, no how I’m going to be able to do anything about it now. Maybe if we get a freak warm streak I can at least lower it.
Off to throw another log on the fire and start the rice for dinner. Man, I could really get used to hanging out having days like this for a week at a time.
I will share the question of the day, as posed by Junior when I was talking about the little girl who was born with 4 extra limbs being able to go home.
“What if Britney Spears had a baby she named Spears Spears and it had two faces.”
Well, that is is good question, isn’t it? I’m not sure why we’re discussing Britney, specifically. I’d be interested in discussing anyone who has a baby and gives it a double name and oh, by the way, the baby has two faces.
So there you go. There’s your question of the day.
Here’s my question of the day: Shaws was out of peppermint extract, which is needed for this ultra simple dessert I was going to make. I don’t want to go to a different grocery store the Saturday before a nor’easter because I am not stupid. I went to Shaws before 9am for a reason. What other store do you think might carry peppermint extract?