. . . But instead, I've been having a bad food day. For most of it, I was stalked by Girl Scout cookies.
Everywhere I went, they were there.
Calling to me.
Demanding to be eaten in obscene quantities.
I consider it proof of my great will power that I ate only three thin mints, one shortbread, and one fudge covered cookie.
It did help a bit that my personal cookie monsters polished off two of the boxes while I was out this afternoon.
When I wasn't busy fleeing from cookies, I was burning split pea soup. Not that that was my goal. I made a pot of it for lunch, but it needed to cook for a little longer, so I put it back on the stove. And then it was time for me to pick up Isabel for an orthodontist appointment.
So I left.
When I got back to the house three hours later, it had turned to a brown mush. Ew. I hope the chickens enjoy it. I wouldn't even think of eating it at this point.