Bitch, bitch, bitch.

Another weekend, another lack of achievement. Well, that’s not entirely true. The house is pretty clean because my new temporary roommate moved in on Friday. I now live with two boys. Not men…boys. There was some poo joke on TV last night and they both dissolved in giggles for about five minutes. Sigh.

I did a lot of cooking too. Spinach and tomato pie with a biscuit crust. Turkey meatballs and sauce. Dozens of tortillas, two kinds. And coconut cupcakes with coconut frosting. I spent most of the day in the kitchen, which is nice and not nice. I like cooking but it was pretty hot. And our tiny window air conditioner doesn’t really do much for the kitchen. And I get tired of washing all my dishes. It’s kind of like living in the dark ages…one small window unit air conditioner, no dishwasher, no washer or dryer…although, come to think of it, we never had any of that stuff when I lived with my parents either. Oh they do NOW! But when I was a kid we had to go to the laundromat once a week. Fun.

I guess I could just choose to look at it as “living simply” instead of “living hot with dishpan hands and no clean knickers until someone decides to do the laundry” but then I don’t get to complain.