Random Oscar...

Oh wait, I don't mean Oscar as in Academy Awards. I saw none of the nominated movies, so I went to bed and read a book. No, I was talking about Oscar as in the grouchy guy on Sesame Street. Yeah, that was pretty much me today. Considering that I did not have to spend my day in a trash can, I should have been able to snap out of it quicker. I was frantically trying to figure out the cause for my discontent (I am a fixer, remember), when I realized that it is February! This is what happens to me in February. I took some small solace in the fact that it took me twenty-six days to sink, but could not completely convince myself that I'd really only have to ride out two more days before the magic cloud lifted. I think I owe much of my sanity to the piles of what-not that I purged from our house and the super swell look of the places I unleashed my organizing frenzy upon.

I started to fret about my Random Tuesday post, concerned that I didn't have any photos to share. Then I turned on the camera and realized what I had, so let's go...

Sometimes I can't decide if I want to talk about s'mores or chocolate chip cookies. Luckily, my daughter has a keen eye for how to make bigger and better messes in our kitchen...

Hmmm...we might need more dough.

 

We're getting there.

Oh, those seem like sensible portions.

Like a s'more jack-in-the-box!

Oh my!

We carved this into at least eight pieces, but I refuse to admit how many of those pieces I ate. It seems almost besides the point to say that I didn't taste a lot of graham cracker flavor, as if that is what mattered here. That was a bit much to show you, but I figured it would make up for a serious lack of cookie talk as of late.

I think this was Fozzie's attempt to camouflage himself, or he figured if he could not see me, then I could not see him...

He had to give up his statuesque pose when his feet got cold. He barely made it back in the house.

Sometimes you gotta dance!

I might have had another random photo or two, but I am going to share the gem of a phone conversation I just had instead. I had finally sat down to watch one television show tonight with the kids, when the phone rang. I told the hubs up front that we had just started a show. He started talking about how he had just rescued an abandoned suitcase from outside the hotel, and I realized I should probably try to show some interest in what he was talking about as to not hurt his feelings. He then proceeded to tell me that he (with his moderate lactose-intolerance) drank some chocolate milk today and paid dearly. He further elaborated on his gas pains (and the apparent safety of those around him), as I realized that absence does not necessarily make the heart grow fonder. I told him I could really not top his day's events and passed the phone to my daughter. You will be happy to know that the kids and I finished watching our show in clean-aired silence.

Really? What more can I possibly say today?