I made the oranges. The ones from the new cookbook that were so delish when Lally made them? They required: bringing mint and Grand Marnier from my house, getting up on Christmas morning to peel, section, and de-gross 8 oranges, and pretending to the Baptists that no alcohol was in those oranges. You know who ate them? Me. And #1 sneakily last night. I guess that's more oranges for me. I highly recommend them.
As for the Baptists....cooking an entire meal for the family is hard. You'd think they could endeavor to be on time. Nope. You'd think if they were late, they'd understand it's their own fault the pasta got sticky. Nope. You'd think they might understand that a girl could need just a scosch of Mimosa. Hell, nope.
My uncle has a new girlfriend. She chews with her mouth open. My sweet, tiny baby has a new girlfriend. She sits on his lap. Ho. (Ho. Ho.)
The unbreakable headache sent me to bed at 6:00, which, honestly, was a blessing. It's back today, but I'm not playing around. Straight Lortab, homies.
I'll see you ASAP. Anyone want to play on Saturday :)?
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