Now I have to think of something better to justify writing that as my blog entry.
Um. I'm thinking about making donuts with the brioche dough that is currently taking it's sweet assed time to raise.... and I wish I could crochet. Also, I've become enamored with the idea of making bento lunches for the kids. I want to make everything miniature. Well I want to... but I don't want to- you know? Like.. I wish I wanted to.. or maybe I wish I already had made everything miniature and it would already be done and then somebody else would arrange their lunches in adorable ways. For free, though.
I did cut their cheese into triangles, though which pretty much makes me mother of the year. At least I thought so until I learned that many a Japanese mother spends upwards of 45 minutes making each of her children's school lunches. Arranging and sculpting rice into adorableness for her beloved children. What showoffs. Now what, Japanese Bento Moms? Budget rainbow chip mini cookies wrapped in tinfoil aren't' good enough for you? Eh? Well. Fine. Fine, Imaginary Japanese Bento Moms. Be amazing. You'll see... my ham sausage and triangle shaped cheeses will overcome your rice sculpting skills. You'll see.
Maybe I could sculpt the cookies into pandadogs if I wet them first. Delish.
Also, we are going to see Santa today. Yeah. Already. The idea is that we'll go early before the malls turn into the seventh circle of hell. I wish my girl, Jami lived in this city. She showed up at my house one year dressed as Santa to surprise my kids. My son, who was 4 at the time, was completely convinced that her four foot tall, slight little frame was definitely Santa. Imagine his shock when Santa took off his beard and drank a beer. And he was a girl. "NORA'S MOM IS SANTA CLAUS???" Maybe she shouldn't pursue a career as a professional Santa, but it sure beats going to the mall. Aw! I miss my friend. :(