Ahhh, Sunday Morning. I keep thinking it’s Monday, and I’m guessing I’m not the only one. I am sitting here resisting the uncontrollable urge to go to the mall. I want to take advantage of the sales, but I don’t want to have to take Junior with me, as he hates shopping and the whole thing would end up being a tremendous pain in the butt. Mr. Dump knew I wanted a sweater and some pants and a pair of shoes for Christmas, but was wise enough to not buy me any of the above. I mean, you don’t just buy shoes for someone else for a gift. But you can tell that person to go pick out some shoes after Christmas.
I’m also hammed out. I love ham, don’t get me out. But I had it for three out of the past five meals. Dinner Friday night, lunch yesterday, and a few bites of ham and potato soup that my sister made last night. It was great ham, and there is still a piece or two of the leftovers in my fridge right now, but I could really use some chicken today. I did get the leftover lobster bisque from my sister’s house. Silly humans were eating the ham and potato soup because it was “home made” (as opposed to the bisque, purchased at Scupperjacks. Have you ever had it there? Heaven.) So I think I need to bring some over to my mom’s house because I do NOT want this to go to waste, and I think my dad would like some.
And you?
