The forecast? Totally idiotic. Wrong on all fronts. Pun intended, and har har.
I haven't gotten one of these in a long time, and I still don't know what to do with 'em... but this one hatches on my birthday, so by the time this little sucker pops out I better be
drowning in gifts, damnit! Hey, a girl can dream.
A girl can also make some delicious banana bread. After she finishes eating her mashed potatoes, that is. I like to use my potatoes as a receptacle for ridiculous amounts of cheese and garlic. How 'bout you?
I also like weekends. It is officially my weekend and it should be fantastic. There is Monty Python in store! I'm going back to the gym tomorrow because I have decided to get sexy, y'all. I am still sore from yesterday, and I'll probably be miserable tomorrow night... but there's a fair amount of good lookin' manflesh at the gym. There are also some truly horrifying specimens that're so muscular even the veins in their eyeballs are bulging... but I avoid them. The really cute boy from gospel choir was there yesterday, and so was ... much to my surprise, Ron Weasley. You heard right, ladies. Dead on look-alike, and just as socially awkward. For real, just imagine Harry and Ron going to go lift weights. Yeah, that's what it was like. Hilarious.
Now, baking!