A$$#0l& kids held a hootenanny outside our bedroom window at 3 am... FAIL. Also? FAILity FAILFAILFAIL.
Didn't hear The Mister get out of bed to go to work... SCORE!!
HB crawled into bed with me to cuddle... SCORE!
HB wanted me to cuddle with his all-night-long nasty diaper in my face...FAIL.
Wee Man woke up and promptly barfed in his bed... FAILFAILFAILFAILFAIL.
Wee Man went down to the couch and barfed some more...FAILFAILFAILFAILFAIL.
Wee Man took a three hour nap...SCORE!!!
Made lemon cheese...SCORE.
Made coffee and drank it whilst it was still hot...SCORE!!!
Tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner...SCORE.
Godiva delivery scheduled for tomorrow...MAJOR.FREAKING.SCORE!!!!!!
Stove was recalled because heating elements randomly turn on, might burn my house down...FAIL.
Learning that my stove is recalled after three years of having the heating elements randomly turn on and the man from the appliance store think I'm some kind of moron or unqualified stove operator...SCORE.
Dora the Explore...FAILityFailFailFAIL failfailfailfailfailfail....FAIL!!!!
Dinner at the Valley Inn, in Warsaw, New York, for continuation of Sunday's birthday celebration...Well, let's just say the tiramisu alone was enough to outweigh the barf, and the bastard kids in the middle of the night, and the stove that might burn the house down. I could have eaten four. Or ten. Who knows the damage I could do if left unchecked with a pan of that tiramisu. If I'm ever on death row, I want a pan of that before they strap me down. THAT!!! is how good the food is at the Valley Inn.
Actually, I think the tiramisu is so good that if I ate it before I headed to the chair, or the shooting gallery or however it is that they off people in jails these days, THE TIRAMISU WOULD SAVE MY LIFE. I really and truly believe that.
You think I'm exaggerating.
Except I'm not.
See? It's so good I completely forgot I was doing a scorecard for today and went off on an espresso soaked ladyfinger tangent. And you should thank me, really and truly, because this post SUCKED before I got all excited about the tiramisu. I should probably go back and delete the crappy part, but I want you to know about how life gets so much better when you eat tiramisu from the Valley Inn, so I'm leaving my crappy, boring part of the post with no tiramisu references in as COLD HARD PROOFY FACTS that tiramisu will totally alter your consciousness.