What to do on a Saturday night?

I have a pathetic life. It is Saturday night. 7pm. I have no kids for the weekend and Tom is at a Bulldogs game and won't be home until much later. You'd think I'd be in heaven but I am sitting here, asking myself what happened to my social life. I have tried to call my stalker a few times today but she won't answer the phone. Either she's avoiding me, or she's out and about (tending to her social life)!

It was another uneventful week in the wonderful world of Moe... the boys bowled in the tournament on Sunday - Cole and his partner came second, Brett and his partner came in third. I bowled on Wednesday. Very inconsistently, but overall, I was above my average. Friday I had an appointment with the dentist, as did Jade. I was advised that the work he'd like to do in her mouth is a mere $1000.00 per tooth and that there are a total of 12 teeth involved. I tell ya, if it's not covered by the insurance company, it's not going to be done. HOLY COW! $12,000.00!

Then last night, we dropped the boys off in Brantford, then headed over to Tim and Nancy's for a quick visit. They were watching Daryl's hockey game on the Internet, so we didn't stay very long. Daryl no longer plays hockey in Texas, he's back in Carolina. It wasn't announced that he was returning to the team, and apparently, when they introduced him at last night's game, the fans gave him a standing ovation. (he had quite a few fans there). God, that must have made him feel really good. Played well - one assist and scored the winning goal in the shoot-out.

Anyway, we left Tim and Nancy's at the end of the second period so they could watch the third without interruptions. We came home and played Yahtzee, Rummy, Crazy Eights and dice. We went to bed. We got up. We went out for breakfast, we went to the post office, we went to PetSmart and came back home. Exciting eh?

Oh - I tried a new cookie recipe that FAILED. I was not happy that I decided to use butter instead of margarine! I think there was an ingredient missing in the recipe. It called for baking powder and not baking soda. They did not spread out at all. If I put them in the oven in balls, they came out of the oven as balls. The picture showed these glorious looking things... molten chocolate lava cookies. They still taste nice, but there's something not right.

I was thoroughly disgusted this afternoon.. Ugh. Gagging, just thinking about it! I went to grab my cookie tin to put the cookie balls away after deciding to cook the entire batch - even though they weren't working out well. So, I grab the tin and questioned why there was some weight to it. I flashed back through my mind, trying to remember what I might have put in there. Nothing. Absolutely no clue when I baked cookies last. "What could possible be in there?" I wondered...One way to find out right? OMG... a long time before today, they were weight watcher muffins. I baked them in early December, a couple days after the Christmas party which was held on December 6. That means, they had been in the tin for 82 days! I kid you not, the tin was full on nothing but a fuzzy liquid with cupcake papers floating in it. It splashed all over the front of my shirt when I opened the tin. Tom heard my reaction upon my discovery and came into the kitchen to see what was wrong. It was bad. All bad. INCREDIBLY BAD. I grabbed a garbage bag and we tossed the whole thing out.

SEE? How pathetic is my life? The highlight of my weekend was a horrid cookie tin of sludge. That's it. My stalker isn't doing a very good job. I should not have to search Hell's green acres to find her - she is supposed to be the one doing that!

Think I'll go cry. Oh no, I can't. I have a cake that needs to be delivered in a few days. Had better get going on the colour flow decorations so they're dry and ready in time. The piano cake. Will be fun. Hope it turns out as well as I see it in my head. I have decided that fondant will be required to get the look I want. I just hate fondant. How can people eat it on cakes? It reminds me of when I was a kid and decided that it would be a terrific idea to eat a piece of cake while chewing gum. Disgusting.

Well, no one can even hear me complain here, so I'm going to stop now. I am going to the basement to flip my laundry, I'm going wash my hands,and then I'm going to put my mixer to use and make some candy treble clefs and notes. It will be time to pick up Tom before I know it!

LATER!