Toasted

you guyyyyyyyyys, i made a toasted cheese sandwichhhhhhhhh. i’m so pleased with my self. i know you probably think they are one of the easiest things to make, down there with tomato soup, but get this, i, i who am a cooking genius, could not get my toasted cheese sandwiches to turn out nicely. the bread was always burnt black, while the cheese had hardly begun to wilt. my tomato soup turned out nicer though. mostly because i hate tomato soup and won’t even begin to make it. so a couple weeks ago, i watched a cooking video in which the home cook, the novice, and the professional made toasted cheese sandwiches. i filed a few tips in my mind folders and forgot about it, until today, when i had to make lunch for myself. so i put the bread together, toasted it, and almost fainted for joy when i saw how nicely it turned out. actually, i jumped around the kitchen in ecstasy. the bread was toasted brown, the cheese was melted, and it was delicious.

it is sewing tuesday today. woot woot. i’m alone at home, besides my dad, who works on the place. (at the moment he’s sitting on the couch arm staring down at his phone) i lounged around in my pajamas until eleven thirty. give me some credit. i am half sick, and i know in about thirty minutes, i’ll be wishing i had never seen the video. the duties for today are listed off as follows:

-laundry

-laundry

-laundry

-texting

-trying not to have ‘bad hair day’

-baking apple muffins

-etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

i hope your tuesday consists of a bit more than mine does. of course, you might not be at sick as i am. it is SNOW BLINDINGLY WHITE OUTSIDE. it is snow. outside. at this instant. this moment in time. snow weighing down the still leafy branches of the trees. snow flurrying lazily out of the sky, like it hasn’t got a care in the world. which it probably doesn’t. if it did, i bet the only care would be if it‘s ever going to land. or whatever. i would prefer floating. and the wind chimes are merrily singing to themselves. there’s a little ghost sitting on the swing out by the trees. and then there’s me, sitting in a chair, with a towel on my head, a cheese sandwich in my stomach, that, guess what! i am wishing i hadn’t eaten. ah well. the many joys of being sick. i am eyeing the pillow on the couch. i want to sleeps.

poetry. ugh. i don’t want to think of poetry right now. if i do, i think of death. and then, colors of death. and so forth, and so on. if you want a poem, go read The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams. or..yeh. i think that’s it.

happy tuesdays. stay healthy.