Yesterday for dinner, my husband wanted meatballs. So he got meatballs. I made my red sauce but used a different kind of canned tomatoes. I generally use a little from the can, and the rest is cut up fresh. The canned tomatoes were very tangy and I thought they kind of ruined the sauce. Shame on me!
The meatballs came out as they should, but trumped the sauce in taste. I'll call it a partial success, and I did try to fix the sauce but it was just too late.
How do you wake up your entire house in a short amount of time without saying a word? You buy a Hamilton Beach piece of shit toaster that cost more than it's worth. Although I've had it about 5 years now, it's burned a handful of MY breakfasts and for no apparent reason. I think it's time to ditch this piece of junk. The house was warm, quiet, and I was just waking up. Five minutes later I'm swinging the outside broom around trying to get the smoke detector in Mia's room to shut up and the house is filled with smoke. Windows and doors are now open with our too large of a fan going full blast, and it's stormy outside so it got cold, fast! I didn't want my english muffin anyways.
Sleep was only a dream last night, as I woke up in Isabel's bed for the second night in a row. Chachi spend the second straight night out all night which means I may be hearing an ear full from my neighbor who "is too old to deal with Chachi at 2am - he eats Salisburys food, pulls his fur out on MY chair, and has these meowing wars with both my cats! I'm too old for this!" Yes, that conversation really did happen.
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