Sandra! Your HAIR froze? Good Lord, girl! Go back in the dang house!!!
I broke my jaw in two places -- in the "hinge" and then in front, straight up and down in line with my chin. I also had 25 stitches but that's another story. Have you heard me talk about my blender experience? If not, here goes. About week 5 of the wiring I was sick of baby food and unset pudding and warmed up shakes. I couldn't drink cokes because of the fizz; I had to carry wirecutters everwhere with me in case I started choking. Anyway, the family went over to ex-MILs house after dinner and left me to clean up the kitchen. They had had KFC complete with chicken, mashed potatoes, biscuits and gravy ... and it sure looked good. I thought hmmm ... why couldn't I add a little of this, and a little of that, and some milk, and make myself sort of a pureed fried chicken/mashed potatoes/biscuits and gravy type of meal? Well, I'll tell you why not. Because that glom won't go thru your teeth. I spent 30 minutes in the bathroom with the waterpik trying to clean out the mess. It wasn't a pretty site.
Judd and I just went to Walmart to get the Angel tree stuff for work. While there, I got some pretty yarn and buttons for my little project. Now watch, it'll sit there forever because I'll move on to something else. I think I might be pseudo-bipolar ... or maybe adult ADD? I get distracted easily. Now what was I saying? Oh yeah ... the project. See, I'm supposed to be working on my parents' quilt but am I? Uh, no. Sorry, mom. Sorry, dad. You'll get your Christmas gift sometime in January.
Lunchtime! Melissa, I'm with you on the Core thing. I stray away then get reeled back in, always telling myself "eat the Core foods, dummy! It's stuff you like!" but ol' hardhead here just doesn't listen all that well.