Oh, Yes I Did.

After last night’s dinner victory catastrophe, I felt the pending pressure to prepare a successful home-cooked meal tonight.

I started early, by taking four more chicken breasts out of the freezer to thaw. This time in the frig.

(I have to just insert this. Every time I say the word “breast“, I feel like I’m cussing - not that I have a particular problem with edgy words. As long as they’re not used in disrespectful manner toward an individual person, so as not to cause someone to stumble, there is freedom in Christ. However, my mother absolutely insists on the word “chest” in its place. We therefore must refer to chicken breasts as chicken chests in her presence. And ooh - rebellion just feels so damn good. *snort*)

So, the problem with the USDA approved way to thaw meat is that it isn’t effective unless you are thinking about dinner 24 hours in advance. And we’ve already established my time management skills, or lack thereof.

At 5:30, my chicken breasts were still frozen, and I had no other choice but to revert to my tried and true defrosting method.

Oh, yes I did.

And my chicken breasts turned out lovely, thank you very much.

While we’re on the topic of breasts… I thought you might like to know that I scheduled my breast augmentation consultation today.

Oh, yes I did.

I think it’s going to happen. For real.

However, when it comes up with Frank Abagnale my mother, I will be sure to refer to it as my chest augmentation.

Because I’m nothing, if not respectful.

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May 22, 2008 | Filed Under for real, secrets, vanity 

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3 Responses to “Oh, Yes I Did.”

  1. Suzy on May 22nd, 2008 9:21 pm

    Ya know, when I was young - probably about 7 or 8 I thought breast meant the whole chest area (so TWO boobs). More than anything in the world, I wanted to be a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader. So one day, in the car on the way to who knows where I said, “When I grow up I want to have a big breast.” My family ROARED with laughter wanting to know whether I wanted the right or left one to be big or did I just want one big one in the middle. Sadly, I’ve learned that you must be careful AND specific in what you ask for - one of my breastS is larger than the other. And I never did become a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader. Doh! Why didn’t I just say I wanted to be a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader with an awesome head of hair and a really great body????? Why didn’t I ask for the ability to dance (which could be fun and/or a useful ability)? Live and learn, friends.

    Suzys last blog post..Awesome News!!!!

  2. franticallysimple on May 22nd, 2008 9:45 pm

    I’m with you. Sometimes saying chicken breast sorta feels icky.
    Augmentation, huh? Is it because of the whole stripper thing? :)
    I might be the tiniest bit jealous.

    franticallysimples last blog post..Put down the fried food before someone gets hurt

  3. Bailey on May 22nd, 2008 11:02 pm

    ARE YOU SERIOUS!? I can only imagine how badly I will want this after nursing this third baby! For what it is worth, I think you are pretty darn good looking as it is!

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