Living dangerously on a Monday (and I only know it’s Monday because Game of Thrones was on last night).

It is Monday, right? Cause since I’ve been out of work, I only remember which day of the week it is based on what the DVR is recording tonight (which is nothing, since it’s summer and there aren’t new episodes of ANYTHING).

My hair is getting ridiculously long. I don’t think I’ve had it cut since last June.

Shit. It’s June again. Guess it’s time for a haircut.

It’s not because I’m cheap, it’s entirely out of laziness. But the reason I’m thinking about it right now is because I’ve had a couple near misses with my hair and the gas burners on the stove in recent weeks.

Maybe today, but probably not. I just loathe sitting in that chair making idle chit-chat with someone I don’t know. The whole process is a little awkward. Maybe if I were one of those chicks who goes to a fancy Salon and has “Cindy” or “Sharon” cut my hair every time, it wouldn’t be such a thing.

But I’m not about to shell out $30+ for someone to take a pair of scissors to my mop. In the past, I’ve told myself, “I’m not gonna waste an hour on my day off just to get my hair cut.” Well, since EVERY DAY is my day off, this excuse doesn’t seem particularily valid anymore.

I still won’t be getting my hair cut today.

The husband and I are all caught up on Game of Thrones now. I’m not sure what we’re going to do in the evenings going forward as this has occupied a good portion of our time in the last few weeks. Now, instead of two episodes each evening, we’ll be anxiously waiting for Sunday night like all the other addicts out there. At least we have something to fill the void created in the absence of Mad Men. I could spend an inordinate amount of time telling you what I think is going to happen, what I loved/hated about previous episodes, but I don’t want to put any spoilers out there incase any of my readers aren’t caught up.

I bought everything I needed to make croissants again the other day, but haven’t had a chance since it’s been so freaking humid and warm outside. Last night I realized that the whole milk was going to go bad in a few days, so I HAD to make them today. It’s one of those recipes that requires Jupiter, Venus, Haley’s Comet and a slew of other celestial objects to all align perfectly with the Earth OR ELSE! Today I’m living on the edge, because I’m making these sans Venus. I’m not supposed to make these in a room warmer than 72 degrees, and my house is currently hanging out at 74. We’ll see how this affects the final product. If they turn out, you can expect a “How to Make Croissants” post tomorrow. If they don’t, you’ll get a “How to spend 10 hours on what will ultimately be a disaster because you didn’t follow directions,” post.

Well, after letting my dough proof for a half hour, it seems like it’s grown a lot larger than it usually does… leading me to believe the temperature of the room may play a more important role than I realized (or the “highly active” yeast I’m using is really living up to its name). It’s looking more and more like tomorrow’s post could be a disaster…

A recipe for disaster...

A recipe for disaster…



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