It’s gingerbread house time again. My kitchen is filled with stacks of gingerbread and smells yummy, BUT… I ran out of shortening and sugar with only two very small walls left to go. How utterly irritating. And there’s nothing for supper. And I just remembered there is a load of laundry languishing in the washer. Sigh. Creativity certainly can mess up routines, can’t it?
Tomorrow is another day. A day when, hopefully, I can shop. If the snow lets up. Which it isn’t yet. But it’s beautiful!
I love sentence fragments. Is that sign of a flyaway mind, I wonder?
And speaking of flyaway minds, I just read that Obama is going to adopt an “aggressive approach” on global warming because it’s “a matter of urgency and national security” that will, um… create jobs.
I fail completely to see why it’s a matter of national security, and it’s certainly not a matter of urgency, since the temperature variation is not even large enough to be proven a trend, as yet. Am I too cynical when I say that perhaps the jobs are the real reason that he feels to focus on global warming? Hmmm?
And on a totally different subject, after watching Exteme Home Makeover the other night, my husband and I were wondering if any of those people who have been blessed with big new homes end up not being able to afford the increased property taxes and utilities. Isn’t that a possibility? I also had to wonder if any of them ever look at the house and think, “ewww, not at all what I wanted…” I mean, you’d be grateful, but that house we saw was just kind of, well, strange. I could live in it, I’m sure, but it certainly wasn’t one I’d choose.