In a few minutes it will be midnight. Hambone just left for the office where he is the overnight godhead, managing the official Winter Olympics website for a Major Network That Shall Remain Unnamed. He has been working the midnight to nine a.m. shift since the Games started last week. He eats dinner for breakfast. Pork chops were on the menu yesterday, teriyaki chicken earlier today. I get the sense that he's desperate for something lovingly homemade and fresh, such as the seven layer dip that I will assemble shortly. It's my contribution to the poorly organized potluck the 3rd floor is throwing tomorrow. Someone has volunteered to make tator tot casserole and another will bring a broccoli salad; otherwise, 28 people have signed up to bring bars or cookies. I have overheard more than one person say proudly that they'll buy their cookies or bars, of course. That it would be stupid to make cookies or bars from scratch or from a box. OMG. What madness is this that our time is too precious to even bother dumping a mix into a bowl and adding oil and an egg? For the full effect, make sure you bake your brownies in aIn a few minutes it will be midnight. Hambone just left for the office where he is the overnight godhead, managing the official Winter Olympics website for a Major Network That Shall Remain Unnamed. He has been working the midnight to nine a.m. shift since the Games started last week. He eats dinner for breakfast. Pork chops were on the menu yesterday, teriyaki chicken earlier today. I get the sense that he's desperate for something lovingly homemade and fresh, such as the seven layer dip that I will assemble shortly. It's my contribution to the poorly organized potluck the 3rd floor is throwing tomorrow. Someone has volunteered to make tator tot casserole and another will bring a broccoli salad; otherwise, 28 people have signed up to bring bars or cookies. I have overheard more than one person sayIn a few minutes it will be midnight. Hambone just left for the office where he is the overnight godhead, managing the official Winter Olympics website for a Major Network That Shall Remain Unnamed. He has been working the midnight to nine a.m. shift since the Games started last week. He eats dinner for breakfast. Pork chops were on the menu yesterday, teriyaki chicken earlier today. I get the sense that he's desperate for something lovingly homemade and fresh, such as the seven layer dip that I will assemble shortly. It's my contribution to the poorly organized potluck the 3rd floor is throwing tomorrow. Someone has volunteered to make tator tot casserole and another will bring a broccoli salad; otherwise, 28 people have signed up to bring bars or cookies. I have overheard more than one person say proudly that they'll buy their cookies or bars, of course. That it would be stupid to make cookies or bars from scratch or from a box. OMG. What madness is this that our time is too precious to even bother dumping a mix into a bowl and adding oil and an egg? For the full effect, make sure you bake your brownies in a Teflon-coated pan to save some wash-up time.
Sigh.
