Okay, I get that Swine Flu is topical and all, but it's getting a little old listening to people basically sneezing and then saying, "careful, I've got the Swine Flu!"
This Web site says it all. Arm yourself with information, folks.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Crescent Roll Party!
Tonight I'm having friends over for my latest Great Idea (remember the coffee shower?), a crescent roll party. I'm providing dough, some fillings, and some wine, and everyone is going to bring a filling and a beverage to share. Then we will bake tasty things inside other tasty things, eat them, and watch Mamma Mia! and other shamefully amazing movies.
This might be the best night ever. I've got bacon, shrimp, Swiss cheese, goat cheese and walnuts on hand. I'm thinking one batch will have goat cheese, walnuts and honey in it. And some will have shrimp and bacon. One of my friends is bringing bite-sized Snickers. Seriously: Best. Night. Ever.
Although this does not fit with my usual method of building meals around the food pyramid. But considering that last night I had Cheez-its and Diet Coke for dinner, I might as well keep up the trend.
The Nightmare Post
Friends, I had a strange dream last night. I was nine months pregnant, at the hospital with my mom, and about to go into labor. Then, when my water broke it flooded the room (pretty sure that wouldn't actually happen) and all I could think was, "but this can't be happening! My credit card won't be paid off till next Friday!"
I woke up, all, "the hell?" and made myself go back to sleep so I could find out what happened next. It was like a train wreck--or Teen Wolf; I just couldn't help myself.
The dream ended when I was at work the day after having a baby (pretty sure they don't let you do that), dodging my boss so he wouldn't know I was there, and telling coworkers that I had a baby. "No, I wasn't just fat! I was pregnant!" And all my coworkers were going to an after-work happy hour and I couldn't. Baby. Sigh.
So that was my scary dream. I think I know a friend or two who might understand. After all, babies need things.
And Art, no, I'm not pregnant, but I would like some Nutella, tortilla chips, raspberries and ranch dressing, please.
Note: Despite the dream, I am very excited to meet my friend Jessica's baby this August and be the cool aunt who lets it eat Twinkies and watch MTV.
I woke up, all, "the hell?" and made myself go back to sleep so I could find out what happened next. It was like a train wreck--or Teen Wolf; I just couldn't help myself.
The dream ended when I was at work the day after having a baby (pretty sure they don't let you do that), dodging my boss so he wouldn't know I was there, and telling coworkers that I had a baby. "No, I wasn't just fat! I was pregnant!" And all my coworkers were going to an after-work happy hour and I couldn't. Baby. Sigh.
So that was my scary dream. I think I know a friend or two who might understand. After all, babies need things.
And Art, no, I'm not pregnant, but I would like some Nutella, tortilla chips, raspberries and ranch dressing, please.
Note: Despite the dream, I am very excited to meet my friend Jessica's baby this August and be the cool aunt who lets it eat Twinkies and watch MTV.
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