Today’s weather has been utterly miserable. Freezing rain, clouds, even some snow. I was fine this morning, but the depression started sinking in after lunchtime. I didn’t work out this morning, even though I tried to talk myself into it before I got out of bed. I think I also forgot my Vitamin D. And to add insult to injury, 5 minutes before the bank closed tonight, I bent down underneath my desk to grab some boxes to set out for the trash, and my shoe broke:
This is quite possibly my favorite pair of Doc Martens, and I won’t be able to wear them until I can get down to Sioux Falls and get them fixed. We no longer have a shoe repair shop here in Brookings. But things looked up once I got home. I ordered some Avon (I was in desperate need of new mascara) and a new lunchbox, both of which showed up today. The lunchbox was a birthday treat and is very much me:
I also got a box from my friend Jaime containing a new pair of shoes:
Long story short, she bought a pair of Docs in the wrong size, waited too long to return them, and wanted someone to actually use them. I happened to have additional birthday money burning a hole in my pocket, so I swooped in and made a deal with her for them. It’s been a few years since I bought my Doc sandals.
The chicken I took out the other night was thawed enough, so I made my enchiladas this evening. While they were still tasty, the enchilada gods did not look kindly on me this time. My tortillas shredded and I think I could’ve pulled them out of the oven 5 minutes earlier.
I almost hate confessing this, but between Jay & I, there is only one enchilada left. The bambino didn’t want anything to do with them, and against my usual stance, I let him have a banana and a biscuit instead. After dinner was over, I got to work on my pie. I’ve had bad luck with ready-made pie crusts so I make my own now (and it’s so much easier):
I’m going to make whipped cream to top it with, along with all the rest of Thanksgiving dinner. And with that, I should get to bed. Not only do I have the meal to cook, but we’re putting up the Christmas tree, and there’s a possibility we may have guests for dinner–Abby, her husband & son are supposed to go to her parents’ in Madison for dinner tomorrow, but depending on how crappy the weather is, they may stay here instead. I told her that if that was the case, they were more than welcome to come over here. Lord knows we’ll have more than enough to share!