Reporting from Wrong Foot Thursdays....

I was all excited to try a new roast recipe last night, and while the seasoning was delicious, the cut of meat itself was like old shoe leather. I freaking hate cooking for three hours only to realize that I can't stand what I've made. I had the foresight to make the potatoes separately at least. I fed my meat to the dogs....at least they enjoyed it. It took so long to cook the damn roast, and clean, and clean, and clean...that it was nine before we ate, ten before I was done messing around in the kitchen, and eleven thirty before I sat down to relax. So I was a bit later going to sleep than I like....and this morning was a debacle...with clothing, showers, hot air....I shaved off some flesh a few times...evidently I misunderstood plans for the morning and thought I was waking us both up early, not that we were riding together. Mr. Manners was ready to go and I was still in the birthday suit, so I got ready in a flash and am sitting here in my illegal jeans with wet hair and barely any makeup.

And look to have a long and boring day ahead of me.