TGIF, and stuff

Whew. Normally, I don't much care either way if it's Friday or not, but I have to say, I'm looking forward to this one! Nothing in particular, it'll just be nice to get "life" straightnd back out. This past weekend kinda threw me for a loop, and I'm trying to get my feet back under me. Ok, so maybe that makes no sense to anyone else but me, but . . . that's alright. I got up this morning and made Pioneer Woman's Orange muffins for the girls at work. Simple, easy, but NOT lo-cal. You have to admit, any recipie that starts with "two sticks softened butter" isn't gonna be easy on the hips. However, everyone here seemed to really enjoy them. I love to cook, and I'm pretty daggone good at it, too. I just HATE, hate, HATE to do the dishes! That, and I'm not a fan of leftovers, either. When I was a kid, I grew up with the idea of "clean your plate". If we didn't, then it would be leftovers for us for breakfast the next day. HORRIBLE. So, now, I have issues with leftovers. Oh, and my wonderful roommate, Msh, has managed to get food poisoning 3 times now, so I've inherited her fear of old food. I remember in college, we would eat pizza that was a couple of days old without even flinching. I think tonight it's going to be meatloaf and then those amazingly delicious looking roasted garlic mashed potatoes from PW. Happiness, I tell you.

Couple of people have asked: No, Britney's knee isn't doing much better, but it's not as bad as when she blew out the right one, so . . . keep your fingers crossed!!! I have a lovely bruise on the top of my right foot where she keeps bringing her "Fire Hydrant" toy into me and dropping it for me to refill with a treat. I guess she figures that my ignoring her means that I wasn't aware of the toy, so she picks it up and drops it again. Over and over, on my foot, until I break down and fill it up for her. Yup, I can be trained.