When I cook, I pretend I'm on my own show. Talk out loud and everything.

Surprisingly, I was feeling pretty depressed this morning.
I saw Seth off at 6:30 and then called to make sure he was wearing his seat belt. Then I rolled over, Ginny settled in the crook of my legs, and we slept until 11.
Once the room warmed up we found our way down to our spots: gin on the couch in front of the window and I with my Cheerios at the counter. I looked around at the pizza box left over from last night, Seth's shoes in the living room and Ginny-- rather forlorn looking in her little corner. I realized I should probably take the little beast outside for once, so I put on a bra and shoes and we headed out. First stop: pizza box in dumpster. Our dumpster is far enough that it constitutes a walk, but I felt like spoiling gin. We spent a good 45 minutes strolling the neighborhood, meeting other dogs and realizing that we actually kind of live in the ghetto.
This actually is likely what made me feel so sad today. I found myself really missing our old neighborhood and yard. Our very own big shady back yard. Ginny's territory. Our little Cozy house. Our happy, quiet ward.
Now our back yard is a warehouse of some kind (complete with barbed wire surrounding it) and a railyard. Our house is cozy but stuck between 437 others just like it. Including our evil next door neighbor who hates pets and thinks donating enables laziness. She also never leaves except for work or church. Unless she secretly goes out past midnight. Maybe she's a vampire.
Where was I? Missing. Yes. So I felt surrounded by the ghetto and lack of safe, pretty places to walk, and then we came home and I decided to cook because that always helps me. Cooking and cleaning.
I made veggie enchiladas using flatbread wraps and anything else in our fridge that needed to be used. While they cooked, I ate the pirouette sticks I found in the back of the cupboard. I dipped them in nutella. Then I cleaned out the storage under the stairs. Figured I should put my frustration to good use. But that's where my cleaning endeavors stopped today. I left the clothes and dishes for tomorrow so I would have something to do. Or make Seth do, more likely.
Now Sethid is home and I got an email from the library saying that the lord of the rings is in so it looks like I have plans tonight!
Some things I thought about doing today but didn't:
Get ready
Beat dk (turns out much of my playing was futile as I didn't need the 25 bonus coins I spent roughly six hours accumulating. Yep I cried upon realizing this and shut off the game forever.)
Brush my hair
Paint my nails
Finish my 25 before 25 book
Blog about lagoon and our hike
Read my book

I did watch food network star though, which trumps everything else really

That reminds me! My enchiladas were actually really, really yummy. (the wraps hold up so well against sogginess) And healthy-ish. So here is the recipe:

Flatbread wraps (8 fit in my pan)
8 oz tomato sauce
1/2 an onion
1/2 each a yellow and orange pepper
Taco cheese (spiced shredded cheddar)
4 oz low fat sour cream
1 can cream of chicken
Taco season packet
1 can retried beans

Sauté onions and peppers in olive oil, then add tomato sauce and taco packet.
Mix sour cream and soup in a bowl.
Layer the veggie/sauce mixture, refried beans and cheese in a wrap and roll it up, placing it seam down in pan.
Once all the wraps are in, cover the top with the sour cream mixture and then a layer of cheese.
Bake at 375 for a half hour.

Seth raved. Score in my book.

*that creepy picture of me exists because when I went to take a picture of the storage my camera was flipped to me. That happens to me a lot and always makes me realize how attractive I am.