I need to put some bread recipes on here but unfortunately I am suffering from this disease called C.A.A.D.D. I didn't realize how bad I had it until my good friend Jenna Steed emailed me this and I realized that I suffered from it. Hopefully I will get the recipes up soon but the truth is I just am going in every direction and my house is a mess and I am doing everything else but put the recipe up here--someone tell me the cure!!!
Here are how the symptoms manifest:I decide to do the laundry. As I start toward the basement, I notice that there are cheerios all over the floor and mycar keys are in the cereal bowl.I decide to pick up the cheerios before I do the laundry. I lay mycar keys down on the counter, put the cheerios in the trash can under thecounter, and notice that the trash can is full. So, I decideto take out the trash.But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I takeout the trash I may as well pay the bills first. I take my checkbook offthe table, and see that there is only one check left, my extra checksare in my desk in the office/playroom, so I go to my desk where I find asippy cup full of juice. I'm going to look for my checks, but first Idecide Ishould put the sippy cup in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I headtoward the kitchen with the sippy cup a vase of flowers on the countercatches my eye - they need to be watered. I set the sippy cup on thecounter, and I discover baby wipes that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I betterput them back in the bathroom, but first I'm going to water the flowers. Iset the wipes back down, fill a container with water and suddenly I spotthe TV remote, one of the kids left it on the kitchen table. I realize thatafter school when they go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote asthey fight over who lost it, but I won't remember that it's on thekitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the denwhere it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on thefloor. So,I set the remote back down, get some paper towels and wipe upthe spill.Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.At the end of the day: the laundry isn't washed, the bills aren'tpaid, there is a warm cup of juice sitting on the counter,the flowers a ren't watered, there is still only one check in mycheckbook,I can't find the remote, I can't find the wipes, and I don'tremember what I did with the car keys.when when I try to figure out why nothing got donetoday, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day long,and I'm really tired.I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some helpfor it, but first I'll check my e-mail.
1 comment:
So I finally figured out why you put this story on your cooking corner blog: It's a recipe for disaster! ha!
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