I'm feeling some surplus in the energy department, and for that reason I've decided to be practical. Right now I'm baking buns for next week's lunch, which I think I'll turn into a Saturday-tradition (watch this last two weeks), because I've been spending too much money in the cantina lately. It's not that the food there is expensive, really, it just becomes expensive if you do it every day. This bun recipe should turn out about twenty buns, which means that I can keep ten and freeze the other ten.
Practicality is my middle name. Sofie Practicality F. Hell, today I'll go by Practicality. That means that my name is Sofie 'Practicality' F.
Other things Ms. Sofie 'Practicality' F. hopes to get accomplished today:
- Vacuuming the entire apartment
- Do my homework for next week (reading, reading, more reading)
- Skype with my boy (I haven't seen his face for three days)
- Go for a walk (another beautiful sunny day here in Copenhagen -- the Weather Gods must have had a stroke. However, they will undoubtedly, and with our luck, have recovered by December and give us another Winter that's going to kick everybody's ass - THANKS IN ADVANCE)
But before all of this can be done, I have to wait for the buns to rise. I am aware that waiting time doesn't equal sit down and do nothing while you wait time, but, like, well...
On a sad note, another pair of pantyhose bit the dust today. I just noticed now; there is a rather large tear on my thigh. RIP pantyhose. I've enjoyed the feel and look of you tremendously since I bought you ONE WEEK AGO. Okay, who am I kidding, I'll continue to wear you until my leg is one big tear. Why? Because I'm a pantyhose-necrophiliac. And cheap.
This is Practicality. Over and out.
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