So yesterday I curled up on the couch, ready to settle in for two glorious hours of Dance! Show! Finale! when, to my horror, I noticed that only one hour had been recorded. It turns out that President Obama (clearly a dance hater) gave a speech about important world crises and whatnot at 9, so the show was aired in two halves, and I missed the second half.
If this also happened to you, Fox is re-airing the finale on Friday night at 8. I’d like to say that I was all restrained and staying away from the internets and stuff, but you KNOW that 30 seconds after I discovered I did not have the ending of the show I raced over to Entertainment Weekly’s website to find out who had won. I hate surprises and I love me some spoilers, so I don’t feel like it will take away from watching the finale when I finally get around to it on Friday night.
In other news, I was making quesadillas last night and every SINGLE time I flipped one of them, I splattered myself with oil. I am down to like, two t-shirts now, because everything else I own has been stained with oil or salad dressing or barbecue sauce or some other cooking/eating disaster. I am at a point in my life now where I need to completely replace all my tops every two years due to staining, and yet, I cannot seem to make the intellectual leap to WEARING AN APRON. Memo to self: put aprons on my Christmas list.
And in further news, our summer/fall of appliance breakage continues. Today I am taking the van in for servicing as not one, but BOTH sliding doors are acting up. Meanwhile, when I brought the groceries home on Sunday, I asked the kids to help me put them away, and two days later, Sir Monkeypants discovered a very cold, wet box of spaghetti propping open the door of our downstairs freezer. OOPS. So later today, assuming I can have the van back to drive home and don’t have to hike through the thunderstorms we’re having, I will be cleaning out and defrosting the freezer.
Oh, the life of a stay-at-home-mom is SO GLAMOROUS.