Not My Brightest Moment

You'd think I'd learn.  I'm so tired all the time and yet, here I am sitting up watching a TV show.  I got caught up with the previous episode and wanted so badly to know what happened next that I have stayed up to watch another hour's worth.  I rationalized that I would get ready for bed during the commercials and go straight to bed when it is done...so far I am halfway through the show and haven't moved from the sofa.  (These commercial breaks seem particularly short.)  Maybe at some point during the last 20 minutes or so, I'll manage to be smart and actually get ready for bed.  Then maybe all will have not been lost...at the very least I got to see what happened next as it was apparently so vitally important.  Some days I roll my eyes even at myself.

Comfort Food

I love macaroni and cheese.  I do.  It's my favorite food in the entire world.  There's no meal I love more than macaroni and cheese.  It can come in various forms with inumerous additional ingredients to make it more interesting - ground beef and onions to make it cheeseburger macaroni, a little salsa and beef with broken up taco shells on top for taco macaroni, cubed ham, chopped up hotdogs, and so on and so forth.  As long as at its core it's macaroni and cheese, I'm happy.

What's really sad is I can no longer eat "normal" macaroni and cheese.  I have to find pseudo-cheese and so far, the only one I can find that I'm able to eat (thanks a lot, tapioca) is made with almond milk.  It melts.  But it just isn't the same.  I crave real macaroni and cheese when stressed or depressed.  What shall I do not being able to have dairy?!  Make due with almond milk cheese?  *sigh*  I guess so.  It's better than having nothing at all like macaroni and cheese.

Home Improvement Projects

My new sink is so cute!  :)
Thanks, Dad and Chris!