This will probably come as an enormous shock to everyone currently in the house with me, but
1.) I am GREATLY excited about the happening of The Football today, and
2.) I am not in the greatest of moods. ("Out of sorts," I like to call it. Like Mary Poppins would say =) I am NEVER "bitchy." Sometimes I am simply out of sorts. It makes it sound much sweeter that way. =)
I haven't been sleeping lately (Notice how I didn't say "I haven't been sleeping 'WELL' lately"? -- well that's not a typo). And for a girl that needs 8 hours a night AND two cups of coffee each morning, this recent round of anywhere from 2 to 4 hours a night has been exhausting and nerve-wracking.
And right here, just because everything in my heart is telling me "YES!!!", I'm going to insert something that I LOVE, that makes me feel all sweetly-nostalgic, AND that I feel perfectly describes me today. You're welcome. =)
And I have sausage balls in the oven RIGHT NOW (*an unspoken, but I hope CLEAR apology for any of today's current, or future, hormone-induced transgressions*). . . .It is regrettable that the sausage balls were even needed. . . but not TOO regrettable, because I plan on chowing down on about 14 of them. After about 14 I usually start getting sick and have a small sausage ball coma. (These episodes don't appear to be life-threatening. . . but I'm a play-it-safe-r, so I'll probably just stop at the 14.) We have 52 balls. I know because I am just OCD enough to have actually COUNTED them as I was rolling them. (Please don't judge me.)
***Michael strolls through the kitchen to say "Damn, baby! These are the best ones you've ever cooked!" And I feel a surge of PRIDE!! . . .until I remember that I put the second batch in a few (but I'm sure how MANY!!) minutes ago, and I forgot to set the timer. BLAST!! . . . So that was probably the shortest surge of pride in recorded history. =( I'm so glad I get to live in such exciting times.***
We also have Little Smokies in barbecue sauce simmering in the crock pot, and several other football-food delights planned. So, despite the rainy day outside, and despite my own irritable self, I am DETERMINED to make a go of having a good day today.
And, just for a little added insurance in this matter, I just took a bath with SEVEN rubber duckies. (Six would've been too few; Eight is just madness. WHO bathes with EIGHT DUCKIES?? Crazy people---that's who.)
They are, from left to right: Danger-Duck, his sidekick Bubbles, Cowboy Duckie, his wife Chickie-Duck, their son Wall-Eye, the Baby, and The Imposter.