I've decided that my kitchen likes to be messy. It told me so. Why would it not want to be messy? My children love being caked with dirt. Why would my kitchen counters not want to be caked with concreted grits and sticky with honey? Don't talk to me about roaches. Roaches smoaches. If I can't get concreted grits off of the counter, then how can they? Live and let live, right? Yeah, yeah, GROSS, I know.
I've decided that cutting corn off of hundreds of cobs is hard work. If you, by chance, come to Grandma's anytime for the next year and eat corn and I am with you, then, please know, I will announce to you and everyone at the table that I may have actually cut the corn you may be currently eating off the cob in June of 2008. Now, if my mother-in-law, father-in-law, or G'ma are at the table, then it MAY have been them, too. So, I may (maybe) shut-up and not say anything, except for, "do you like the corn?" and then smile to myself. There were 500 ears of corn pulled from their stalks today. I brought home a dozen ears and 6 boxes of frozen corn that were previously shucked and cut from the cobs. Good stuff. This summer, since we do live closer to Quinn's Grandma and Papa, I would like to learn how to can, make jelly from Muscadine Grapes that grow on a vine in their garden, relearn how to shell peas, and garden in general, since I am a general idiot about those things. It just seems so responsible to do. Who votes for being responsible? Um, me, didn't I make that clear? Are you not impressed by the very idea of me learning new things? Do you think I spend too much time at the computer? For shame...
I've decided to teach my cat how to clean. She's very smart AND she can do tricks. Like: meow when her food is two hours old that, in fact, her food is two hours old and MUST be changed. NOW (meowing, of course). More tricks? Um... Her other tricks are far too numerous to recount.
I've decided I want to eat all the frosting from a leftover cake. Nobody will notice and I will be the only one who feels sick tomorrow. Except that the guilt from eating the frosting is actually more overwhelming than the sick tummy that will come later. It is very good, though. Perhaps I should post the recipe. Only if you repent from the "too much computer" comment (the very idea). Very well, here is the delicious recipe:
Marshmellow Fudge Frosting:
1 stick butter
2 tbsp baking cocoa powder
1 1/2 cups mini marshmellows
6 tbsp milk
1 pound of powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
Melt butter and cocoa in saucepan over low heat. Add marshmellows and heat until melted, stirring to blend well. Remove from heat and stir in the milk, powdered sugar, and vanilla. Pour over warm cake.
There is a cake recipe that goes with this frosting, but, quite honestly, a cake mix does just as well. Quinn loves it with yellow cake. Just poke holes in the cake after it's finished baking (13x9 pan) and then pour the warm icing over the cake. Slice cake immediately after pouring the icing, so that the icing can slide down the slices. Yummy.
My pour husband went to bed at 6:45 with a slight fever and a general sick feeling. Pour thing. I hope we're not all in for a round of illness. I actually keep looking at the clock, trying to will it to 8:00 so that I can go to bed with the children. I'm sleepy, too.
We're supposed to visit a new PCA (Presbyterian Church in America) church tomorrow. It's very close to our house and I'm excited to visit. We'll see how the man (the man being hubbo) is in the morning.
I've decided I've yawned too many times and it's time to read to the children (7pm), so that bedtime is close. If my children go to bed now, then they will rise at 5:30am. And yet I'm sleepy. SLEEPY.