I Had a Bad Day

One of the really nice things about having my own blog is that I can write about anything I want.  Usually I want to write about food; what I ate, how I made it, what made it special.  But sometimes writing about food isn't really what I want to do.  And sometimes I get to indulge myself and write about something else that happened.

Take today for example.  It doesn't go down as one of the all time great days of the year.  Or even this week.

It all started with Pebbles, our 4 1/2 year old English bulldog.  She is the world's cutest bulldog (that is, if you like bulldogs, which I do).  I'll spare you the details, but let's just say that she was a little under the weather.  Or a lot under the weather.  By mid-day, Pebbles and I took a road trip to Dr. Gerson so he could check her out.  One "procedure" and two prescriptions later, we were on our way home so Pebi could sleep it off.  I spent a good part of the day cleaning up from "the incident".

Then, just as I was finishing the last load of dirty towels from this morning's situation, I started making dinner.  At some point in there, I realized that the dishwasher had been on for at least six hours.  I opened the completely full dishwasher only to find it was completely dry with the dish soap tablet completely intact.  Further investigation revealed that the dishwasher was broken beyond repair, and I was left with what seemed like 1,000 dirty dishes.

Two hours and one manicure later, I finally finished hand washing all the dishes.  I'm done for now.  That is, until someone wants a snack.

Recipe for Today

Ingredients:

A good bottle of scotch
A straw