I’m making Reagan’s birthday cake this morning. Yes, her birthday was two days ago, but she was in no condition to eat it that day. So tonight we are having her birthday dinner - fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob - and carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.
While waiting for the cake to bake I did some random kitchen cleaning, including my favorite chore. Mind you, there is not a lot of competition for my favorite chore. I do not keep a clean house. Ask anyone who has ever dropped by unexpectedly or who has been invited over but dared to go beyond the “public” areas of my house. It’s kinda scary. There are two reason for this:
I don’t really care.
There are SO many things to do that are more fun than cleaning.
A few things I don’t mind so much (laundry) and a few things I do just because I have to (my kitchen is relatively clean - I don’t like to prepare food in grossness). My favorite thing though is . . . vacuuming the refrigerator coils! I love to get under the fridge with the skinny vacuum attachment and suck up the hairy dust that sticks to the coils. It is very, very satisfying because the “before” and “after” are so dramatic and also I am sure that my refrigerator is colder and more efficient afterwards. All good things.
Conversely, cleaning out the
While waiting for the cake to bake I did some random kitchen cleaning, including my favorite chore. Mind you, there is not a lot of competition for my favorite chore. I do not keep a clean house. Ask anyone who has ever dropped by unexpectedly or who has been invited over but dared to go beyond the “public” areas of my house. It’s kinda scary. There are two reason for this:
I don’t really care.
There are SO many things to do that are more fun than cleaning.
A few things I don’t mind so much (laundry) and a few things I do just because I have to (my kitchen is relatively clean - I don’t like to prepare food in grossness). My favorite thing though is . . . vacuuming the refrigerator coils! I love to get under the fridge with the skinny vacuum attachment and suck up the hairy dust that sticks to the coils. It is very, very satisfying because the “before” and “after” are so dramatic and also I am sure that my refrigerator is colder and more efficient afterwards. All good things.
Conversely, cleaning out the
inside
of the refrigerator is one of my least favorite chores. If I wait long enough, my mom will come visit or my friend Christine will drop by and they will do it. Or, I make it a punishment for a child. Come to think of it, it needs cleaning again. Hopefully one of the kids will be really naughty in the next couple of days.
None of this has anything to do with the picture. The picture is from the 4th of July and the series of pictures that I thought I had deleted. Early in the evening, the neighborhood girls decided to blow up Barbies. I don’t know why. I’m pretty sure it was not a feminist statement or a protest against the unrealistic body type that Barbie has thrust upon them. I also don’t believe that it was significant of growing up and rejecting the toys of their childhoods. I think they just all have brothers who convinced them that it would be cool. Several Barbies met their ends that night - each in a unique and spectacular fashion. I’m so proud?
None of this has anything to do with the picture. The picture is from the 4th of July and the series of pictures that I thought I had deleted. Early in the evening, the neighborhood girls decided to blow up Barbies. I don’t know why. I’m pretty sure it was not a feminist statement or a protest against the unrealistic body type that Barbie has thrust upon them. I also don’t believe that it was significant of growing up and rejecting the toys of their childhoods. I think they just all have brothers who convinced them that it would be cool. Several Barbies met their ends that night - each in a unique and spectacular fashion. I’m so proud?
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