I still don’t have a good way to let him down. I suppose I could just let him read this but that’s a little rude and uncaring.
You’d think at this point in my life it would be easier but I guess dating doesn’t get easier, no matter what age you are, it’s always going to be awkward.
In the meantime, I’ve pretty much been surviving on cheese, crackers, summer sausage, and wine the past few weeks so today I decided to break out of my box and well… break open a box… of frozen pizza that is.
All that salt has me bloated like a tick but I just can’t get enough. I should probably just invest in a salt lick from the farm implement store. It might be more cost effective, but it definitely wouldn’t be as much fun, so bring it on.
I’ve pretty much resigned myself to leggings and tunics for the next few weeks so I might as well pack it in and work it all off in 2011.
As I was putting the pizza in the oven I decided to do something I haven’t done in a long time, perhaps ever, and that was to look in my second oven.
Yes I have a double oven in my kitchen, for what reason, I have absolutely no idea, because as my grandmother used to say ‘you don’t cook much do ya?’
She is right. I’ve lived in this house for nearly 2 years and I’m not sure I’ve ever opened that oven door.
In fact, the other day I was talking with someone and I told them about the second oven and they looked at me strangely, knowing of course that I don’t cook, so I replied with ‘yeah I know, there could be a dead animal in there and I wouldn’t even know it!’
That had me thinking, so today, I decided to check it out.
While the pizza was cooking I pulled open the oven door, and while there was no dead animal lurking inside (thankfully), I did see a big cloud of dust ‘poof’ out of the roof of the oven and settle in on the pristinely cleaned bottom.
Well at least it’s clean, I thought to myself, that’s one step in the right direction. I suppose when the top one gets really dirty I can just start using the bottom one, or I could use it as more storage space, the options are endless!
If only it could magically wash dishes, you see I neglected to check a few details when I was buying the house and what I ended up with is… ovens 2… dishwasher 0. Live and learn.
After checking out the bonus oven, I breathed a quick sigh of relief and sat down with a glass of wine, and my cheese and crackers while I waited for the pizza to finish cooking.
Somehow I guess this whole dating thing with the name guy isn’t bothering me too much. I managed to fall asleep on the couch at 9pm.