don’t let me near appliances while sleepy

Side note:
Every other journal I read has been saying how hot it is.
I’d just like to let you know that sometimes the Canadian stereotype *is* true, because it was freakin’ cold here today. I don’t think it got up over 60F.
I almost put that in Celsius, so I went and looked it up for you all. Aren’t I nice?

I just wanted a milkshake. Was that too much to ask?

Ron got home, just at bedtime for the kids, on Monday night. I spent Tuesday catching up on everything else I neglected, and yesterday I spent trying to stay awake.

Yeah, for some reason I sleep and sleep and still remain tired. Oh-so-weary tired. And I can’t get comfortable in bed for some reason. I’ve also had a mild headache for three days. I think it’s finally leaving.

Anyway, back to the milkshake. (yes, it is important) I had a craving for a milkshake, so my tired self went to fumble around the kitchen looking for ingredients and also the blender.

Remember the blender. It is integral to the story line.

After, pushing aside some dirty dishes on the counter to make room for my culinary escapades, i track down the blender in the fridge. It’s full of homemade sweetened condensed milk (I can get you the recipe later), so, of course, I have to empty it, and wash out the blender.

I grab a spoon, scrape out the goo, and stick the spoon in the blender to give them both a rinse in the sink. I fill the blender with nice hot water. Then I put the blender on the base and turn it on, to give it a really good cleaning, you realize.

I forgot to take the spoon out.

So of course, it starts making this godawful noise, and in my tired stupor I just stare at it trying to figure out what is going on. At this point, the blender decides it really doesn’t want to puree stainless steel, so it evicts the spoon out the side of the blender spewing hot dirty water over the counter, the floor… and me.

So I immediately did what any rational, sane adult would do. I screamed for my husband (after I shut the thing off) and pulled off my wet clothes as I made my way to the bed to go lay down for a little while.

All that for a milkshake.

Eventually, i got back up, discovered the wonderful children had cleaned up and prepared themselves a bowl of ice cream, leaving just enough for me and Ron. I tried to make do by softening my ice cream in the mike, but it melted, so I stirred in some milk, which turned out to be too much. I left it in the freezer while I drowned my sorrows, or at least tried to forget them, on the Internet. When I went back to it, it was slushy and cold, but not the same.

I just want a milkshake.

And I know that was all yesterday’s news, but today would have bored you to tears. I wandered between the bed, couch and the computer. Tonight I plan on going to bed at 9pm. Exciting, no?

Oy, the next few months are going to be really interesting.