Productive

That is the goal for this week. Texas and I decided last night that we were going to be productive this week. Hmmm...now I haven't been productive in 4 months...unless you count being a pain in Hubby's ass as productive. So, we got up this morning and showered (productive), put away laundry (productive), made beds (productive...do you see the pattern), drove around to take pictures of LB, stopped at Al's (although productive, it always turns into a social situation because everyone in LB goes to Al's at least once a day) and came home to be productive in the kitchen. Homemade cinnamon rolls (shit, my thighs just expanded as I typed that) with maple sugar-coffee frosting (pop! went my effing button) and chicken pot pie were made in the kitchen of love. That's what Texas calls my kitchen: the kitchen of love. You know what I call it since Texas has been here? The kitchen where Donna's ass will grow to the size of Cowboy Stadium. Oy Vay.

So, as cinnamon rolls are being placed in greased pans (with real, salted butter...I think Paula Deen just came at the thought), I hear a steady stream of water from the basement. Now Texas' daughter, Texas Jr, is residing in the basement for the summer....and I KNOW she didn't ask permission to install a koi pond or some other water feature down there...so after my freak out scream, everyone ran to the basement to find the water source. Apparently, the pipes from the kitchen sink have a nice big hole in it. And, apparently, nasty ass water from dish washer has now found it's way to my basement carpet. Yummy. I'm hoping my Step Daddy (who I lovingly refer to as McGyver) will be productive in fixing said leak.

Now, being a rebel and all...I, once again, have ignored Dr Bone's advice and borrowed a smaller air-cast/boot thingy from a friend down the street.....This thing only comes to my ankle and is about 2" thinner than the other boot. (I don't care what you people say...you CAN tell the difference if something is 2" smaller) I feel like a new woman. I have been walking without leaning to one side (my nickname could be PISA...ba dum dum) and think I may be able to show up with one crutch to Dr Bone's office, tomorrow. He doesn't know I traded boot AND he still doesn't know I've been driving. Will be driving myself there, solo, Thank You Very Much.

Oh, I also just polished off half a bag of chips while typing this blog....now THAT'S productive.