Broken Knives and Things I Don’t Want to Do

Ever have one of those days where you break off the tip of a knife opening a can of pineapple juice because your roommate took the sweet church key can opener thingy when she moved and you really need pineapple juice because your throat is so sore you can’t eat solid food and Google said to eat marshmallows and drink pineapple juice (seriously, who does that work for?) so you’re just trying to get some freaking relief and consume actual calories but now you’re a little leery of drinking said juice because it probably has knife shards in it?

That’s my day. Oh and I’m trying to do laundry/pack/organize for our mini-vacation that we’re leaving on tomorrow, but all I really want to do is take a cold shower and finish A Dance With Dragons, the 5^th Game of Thrones book so I can know what REALLY happened when my brother Conor describes the season finale of the show and about how “awesome” it is when in reality the show has completely deviated from the book thus deeming the on screen version of Game of Thrones nearly unwatchable. (Screw you, HBO. Oh and screw you too George R.R. Martin for killing Ned Stark AND Jon Snow!)

So here I am, not packing, waiting for laundry to dry and making mental notes of everything that I need to bring. And trying to drink all this pineapple juice so my throat will stop feeling scratchy. Lord knows I’m not stuffing my face full of marshmallows unless they are slightly toasted; sandwiched between chocolate and graham crackers and frankly, that’s too much effort at this moment in time.

Jack and pineapple juice it is. (not half bad actually) 

Here’s my list so far…

Kitchen Aid Mixer. Check. 

Why yes I regularly travel with my mixer, Ron Weasley is his name. Because he’s this awesome burnt orange color and I got him when my Aunt Teri got a new one. So a redhead AND a hand-me-down, obviously a Weasley.

Jack Daniels. Check. 

Hello, have we met? Duh

Eleventy-Billion Transformers. Ughhhh really? Ok fine, check. 

Because Tuck can’t leave home without stuffing his pockets and possibly also a backpack with Transformers. Will they get jealous if we take just one with us to drive the 5 miles to Grandma’s house? Do they miss you? I honestly don’t think I’ve been anywhere in the last 3 years without Optimus Prime tagging along. Our family pictures should include at least Optimus, Bumblebee and Megatron, because all normal families have at least one or two Autobot Aliens right?

We leave tomorrow? Plenty of time..