Oh the glamorous life I lead. While many of you were following that "rest of the world" crowd by sleeping at 3am (if the whole world jumped off a cliff would you too?!) John and I were matching socks together. Hold your jealousy until the end please because there is more to this tale. Our unmatched sock bag was so large that as we neared the bottom of it, we began sniffing the socks to see if they were clean. (Hey, no judgement shall be passed while reading my blog!) I am happy to report that all of the socks were indeed clean...unless you count the very last one I slyly handed to John. The face of utter disgust he made was in no way related to me since it was his own dirty stinky sock he was smelling! He insists time after time that his feet do not smell. I now have evidence to prove him wrong.
Three of my "meatloaf" brownies went missing today. All I know is I was standing next to the brownie Tupperware then sometime later was brushing crumbs off my mouth. It's a complete mystery I tell you! I made the brownies, so of course the brownie crumb trail will lead to me! This is just what the real brownie culprit will want you to think. Perhaps I should check on the brownies once more before bed...just to make sure they are safe.