So I needed to make breadsticks today for a funeral.
So I did. And the good news is they turned out great. And then I went to nurse Baby and came back to a very incomplete pan of breadsticks.
The Bad News is the two-year-old helped herself. The Good News is that I was gonna make another pan anyway, for us to eat. The Bad News is that I burnt it.
So I had to make another pan...after I had already done all the dishes. The good news is that I while making soup to go with the breadsticks I got to use my insanely awesome veggie chopper that slices carrots like nobody's business.
The Bad News is that I dropped my camera taking a picture of the insanely awesome veggie chopper.
And now it only takes pictures like this... And I lost the other camera at Disneyland a while back.
The good news is that we have the modern technology of telephones so I could call my husband and tell him the bad news and not have to witness the rolling eyes and the clenched jaw (cuz imagining it in my head is not as bad). I don't like it when he rolls his eyes at me like dropping things is a sign of intelligence. It's not. It happens to the best of us. And sometimes it happens more to some of us than others, despite our best efforts. That, and we lose stuff. I know, I know, it's annoying, but when you've had to live with it as long as I have you learn that sometimes stuff just happens. Stuff like dropping stuff and losing stuff. If I could control it I would--somewhat like if he could keep rhythm I'm sure he would.
I don't have any more good news. Cuz knowing how much a new camera costs is not good news. And knowing that I don't have any moneys to buy a new camera is not very good news either. I guess it might be good news that I am willing to save my moneys for a while so I can buy myself a purty new camera. Yeah, we'll go with that.
