a massive fatty...

...is what i will be shortly.

if you open our refrigerator, you'll be blinded by the glare off of aluminum foil. we have so.many.leftovers.

they include:

- one piece of tombstone supreme pizza
-the remnants of the top tier of our wedding cake
- half of a dish of squash and zucchini casserole
- an ungodly amount of gingersnap caramel pumpkin cheesecake (100% homemade, i might add)
- a homemade chicken pot pie that would make a believer out of the biggest decent pot pie atheist.

i made up that term.

i cooked for hours saturday night and i loved it. Lord, please provide me with a kitchen that can safely fit more than one person and a dog.

i might post the recipe for the cheesecake when i don't have a towel wrapped around my wet hair causing neck cramps.

and the recipe for pie crust that's so easy, a caucasian girl in her mid-twenties that occasionally runs red lights and mispronounces common words could do it.

we started "the curious case of benjamin button" last night but didn't finish it. and the only reason we watched it is because blockbuster had their finger up their butt and i sent us the wrong disc of "dexter" from our queue.

hurricane ida will be here by morning. kind of a drag. i've missed hurricanes about as much as i've missed my acne.

saints 8-0, baybee! who dat!