So, thread, this is my life now:
I am probably getting rid of my dog. Though maybe not. But probably. We go back and forth on this a lot.
I made butter tonight, and bread yesterday, and I don't know what it'd be like not having this stuff fresh anymore. The idea is weird to me, and it is also frustrating when recipes say "1 stick of butter." But that is because I have terrible memory and am too lazy to remember how much a stick is. Why can't they just say have a cup? rar rar rar rant rant rant complainy pants
My mom bought me a Thai cook book and says she wants me to make her stuff from it, but I find that hard to believe. I once made keema curry and brought her some, and she wouldn't touch it. But who knows! Maybe she will. I am probably going over there Sunday to hang out with her and my aunt since my aunt's birthday was Tuesday and we did nothing for it.
But Tuesday night, I went with my boyfriend's family to celebrate his father's birthday, which was Monday. We ate at this super fancy steak place, and the bill was something like $212 for the four of us. Which is weird to me. Its one of their traditions. Then we went back to his dad's house and I played with his sister's baby. Then my boyfriend and I came home, and snuggled in bed, and he played chess, and for some reason that was just really great and perfect.
After grocery shopping today, I realized I have 7 different cheeses in my refrigerator, and about 5 different nuts, plus two granolas.
Also, today I learned that my little brother may have to get leg surgery. Remember a long time ago I posted this
blog? Well, thats the kid. He walks on the tips of his toes all the time, and when he went to his doctor's appointment about it they got all pissed off at my mom, saying they were calling CPS because they waited so long to see the doctor about it. When I was a kid, I did the exact same thing, and it self corrected, plus I've got awesome calf muscles now because of it, so my mom didn't think it was a huge ordeal. They made him get an MRI, which for a 9 year old kid must have been horrible. I know adults hate it, but I can imagine it being so much worse for a kid. He had to lie perfectly still for an hour. Poor kid. And now they are thinking he might need surgery to correct it, and basically this poor kid has been though so much already. I feel so bad for him. And now they are wanting to put him in a Cerebral Palsy study, which has my mom freaking out. Basically, this all sucks. And I'm worried about him. And this is balls.
(Also, in the week that I had borrowed his game, he had already got a new copy. New he has my copy of Fallout 3 and I am wishing so bad that I could play it)