I've gotten to a point i can make an awesome spice
bread — great
for breakfast or snacks or dessert but my heart desires a good
old fashion sandwich so badly.
Cooked bacon sandwiches
for Sprogs»
breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge
for The Great Famine of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack of beer
for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit
for chooks; assembled wraps
for Husband and Sprogs
for lunch; baked banana
bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana
bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague of mozzies getting in; killed lots of mozzies; threw out
old magazines and newspapers; put crap away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out of chook house; sorted three baskets of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket
for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot of caffeine before The Great Famine of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours
for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband
for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third glass of French champagne after being reminded of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.