It's 11:30 pm and I just took the Chicken Pudding out of the oven. It looks gross and I think I may have overcooked it a tad since I was too engrossed in blog reading to check on it. This is not the first time I've mixed blogging and burning.
Anyway, not sure if my poor kid will be kicked out of Colonial Day when I show up with this crap. Also not sure if it will reheat well or be even worse tomorrow, but I wasn't about to wake up at the crack of dawn to COOK. That's not my M.O.
I need a good laugh right now, and perhaps you do too, so I'll pass along what my nephew said to my dear sister this morning:
"Mom, why, when you wake up, do your boobs hang down to your belly button, and then by the time you go to work, they are back up there?"
Why indeed? Hydraulics my dear, hydraulics.
If you haven't entered my Starbucks gift card giveaway, make sure you do by 3 pm Friday.