I was definitely in it to win it on Wednesday night, if winning in the domesticity department is a thing. I must have been possessed because not only did I go to the grocery store after work, come home and make a maple/mustard marinade for the chicken (and let said chicken sit in marinade for two hours), bake a loaf of bread, make a batch of granola, then make mashed potatoes to go with the chicken when it came out of the oven at midnight - I did it all after watching Modern Family which ends at 8:30.
My god, I was on fire! My flame flared only to be snuffed out by morning. By the following evening the pendulum had swung to the other side. I did nothing much; nothing but play with the mini battery operated razor that was sitting on the coffee table and channel surf. Yes, channel surf. I don't do it often but my mind was numb.
As you can tell by the bald spot over Arrow's eye, idle hands are the devil's playground. He doesn't know he looks ridiculous with one shaved eye. He still loves me and I can hardly believe it, but he's cuter than ever.