I made roughly a kazillion pounds of dinner for myself tonight (Will is in class) and ate two plates full of it and you know what?  I think I might still be hungry.  Except I can’t tell if I’m really hungry or if it was just so darn tasty that I don’t want to stop eating it.  I’ve decided to take a break from stuffing my face to blog and lay down and let the food settle.  I read somewhere, I can’t remember where, that it takes twenty minutes for your stomach to tell your brain that it’s full.  The last thing I want is to be in pain from my yummy broccoli and beef dinner (used a recipe I printed out forever ago, and can’t remember the website or I’d link to it) and fried rice.  I am getting REALLY good at fried rice (I use the recipe in the Taste of Home Cookbook as a base but have added corn and broccoli).  I know I’d like to have some of it on hand every day just in case I was in a fried rice mood.

Today was a good work day.  I got a lot done and was very pleased with myself for getting as much done as I did, especially since I accidentally slept in until almost 11:30. Oops.  Can’t do it tomorrow though!  Will has some big dinner thing for his major at school (though it involves driving to Corvallis, weird) and we need to get him dress shoes and stock up on stuff at Target so I’ll be pulling a split wiiiide apart work day.  A little in the morning and a lot in the evening.  Should be interesting.  I wonder if I can squeeze in a nap.

Hot damn, isn’t my life exciting?