It's amazing what one day can do to improve your disposition. In other words, I have emerged from my hormonal pity-party and am now among the land of the living, or at least the land of those who wash dishes. Because nothing says normalcy like washing dishes. Oddly enough, last night was the least amount of sleep I have gotten in the past week as my boobs mysteriously dried up and TD was pissed and nursed for four hours straight. Which in addition to being sleep deprived, means my boobs are sore (and that is an understatement so understated that I can't think of anything dramatic enough to illustrate my point other than ow. Ow. OW.). So all things considered, I should be even more pathetic than I was yesterday. But I'm not. Go figure. Instead I am chipper and ready to share a funny anecdote. If only I had one. Which I don't. But I do have something. A weird food. Perhaps one of the weirder foods I have ever stumbled upon. To wit:
Yes, that's right, organic pancake batter (not weird). In a can (weird). We saw it and knew we had to get it because really, how could you pass it up. Should you decide you can't live a complete life without trying pancake batter from a can, then I direct you to the cans of refrigerated whip cream. Nestled amongst the whip cream you'll find this little gem, just waiting to be devoured. And, for what it's worth, I did make one pancake and it was okay. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but what I got wasn't too terribly special.