Day 34 – Super Bowl Sunday

I’m okay today. I think it helps a lot that I’ve got better boobs in place of those old, un-convicted felons I had to get rid of (thanks SS. I’m going to use Un-convicted Felon for everything I can!)

I wasn’t blue yesterday. Not at all. It is what it is (is a saying I thought I’d never say again but sometimes it’s the thing to say)

I spent hours baking creme brulee.

12 of them.

We’re going to a Super Bowl party tonight (blecch, I hate football but sometimes a wife’s gotta do what a wife’s gotta do) and the hostesses requested I bring creme brulee. Which I’m sure they either didn’t really mean for me to bring or are totally oblivious to how much work is involved in the making it.

A dozen. Baked in a series of four warm baths.

Rumor has it I should have made 16 but people are just going to have to share.

I’m exhausted.

But not because of the creme brulee.

Because that damn Nugget started snoring at 2:54 a.m., making me wide awake.

I went to the couch and watched some movie from 1993 with Scott Baio as a biscotti baker/corporate merger axman.

By 5 a.m. I was back in our bed, trying to fall asleep. Willing myself to fall asleep, which I finally did about an hour later.

I hate when that happens.

Nobody should be force-fed Scott Baio.

Back to work tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it. I like my job it’s just that sometimes it’d be nice if I was the only one working there. Which would probably mean I’d be out of a job. But still, it’s fun to imagine. Am I right?