So my eldest son now has a job. As I said he's working at a store that sounds like Mamverombi and Mitch. He is a sales clerk, but they call him a model. That in itself is making us laugh... but we are laughing most that he is folding clothes and putting them away.
We are wondering if it will rub off on his bedroom...
Bones' choral group sold cheesecakes this year as a fundraiser. Like other fundraisers, they could win stuff.
He is excited because he won a moustache kit. A big black full moustache... the stick on kind.
I was late picking him up from the bus stop, stuck in a telecon, and so he started to make the mile trek home. I caught him halfway... floppy reddish hair shining in the sun, beebopping down the street with his neon green backpack. He turned around and I nearly spit.
On his upper lip was a big black moustache 2 inches long on each side.
He said some woman was driving by and he looked at her as she looked at him and she slowed down and did a double take.
He laughed. 'Do you think she thought it was real?" In his fluffy bunny cotton candy cloud world, it looked real; he looked like a 40 year old Italian.
I replied, "No, baby. I assure you. She did not..." I stopped short of saying, "She nearly mistook you for the Village Idiot...", but I refrained.
Do people still eat Twinkies?
Am I the only person in the world who has never eaten a Twinkie?
I appear to be the only person who cares not that Twinkies may not exist for the next generation or that there may not be fried Twinkies at our Fairs.
I think we may actually be blessed...
Well... Thanksgiving preparations have started. My pumpkin cheesecake is baked and in the fridge. And I don't know what happened between dinner and the cheesecake and the pecan pie I was supposed to bake, but suddenly my oven was smoking like a chimney.
I got the cheesecake out, but figured I'd just wait for whatever it was to burn off before I made the pecan pie.
Except it wouldn't burn off.
I put the pecan pie in the convection oven and we made the command decision to clean my oven.
My Mom looked in my oven and said, "Every time I look in this oven, I can't believe it's a self clean..." As in... it's always dirty.
I couldn't remember how to make it self clean. She got it to work.
Evidently, small fires are not supposed to break out in your oven when it's cleaning.
That's a bad thing... I hear.
So my oven will be very clean for tomorrow's turkey baking. If it still works. I think the little burny element thingy being in a fire probably reduced its life limit.
It just needs to get through tomorrow...
Everyone else's house smells like Thanksgiving. Mine smells like dirty burning oven.
Nice.Posted by Boudicca at November 21, 2012 11:15 PM