let them eat cakies

This has been quite the exciting day. Other than get out of bed and take a shower, I’ve done exactly one productive thing today. I’ve washed clothes. Two loads. So that maybe counts as two productive things. I only did that because it was wash clothes or go buy more underwear. And I can’t go buy more underwear because we’re having an ice storm. Well, we’re having drizzly rain and the temperature is right under freezing and there’s ice on the cars and the weather stations are all screaming ICE STORM WARNING!!!!!!

Fine. Whatever. I’ll just lie here on the couch until I fossilize. No problem.

Baker B is currently watching Red, so I’m a little distracted. That’s my excuse just in case I make less sense than usual. He’s looking for synching movies, and is checking out color themes now. He watched Blue yesterday. We actually watched Blue several years ago, and I liked it quite a bit, but didn’t care much about seeing it again. We also watched White, which I can’t even remember, aside from liking Blue better. Blue, White and Red are a trilogy by a French filmmaker- also apparently known as the Three Colors Trilogy.  I told Baker B I’d half-watch Red while playing on the computer, since I really didn’t want to commit to it, but kind of forgot that it’s impossible to half-watch it, since it’s a subtitled French movie and I don’t speak French. So I have no idea what’s going on. I just know Baker B has complained about it the whole time. Complained and mocked the French. He says Blue was better. Just in case you’re wondering.

Last night we watched Reservoir Dogs. Because, among other Super Syncher Reasons, the jewel thieves names are colors – Mr. Blue, Mr. Brown, Mr. Pink, Mr. White, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Blond. Bravo shows it now and then, and every time I happen across it, it’s always the same scene – Mr. Pink (Steve Buschemi) is complaining because he doesn’t want to be named Mr. Pink. He’d be okay with Mr. Purple but he doesn’t want to be Mr. Pink. Anyhow, it is a good movie, weird usage of time and well done – but it’s really really REALLY gory. And very very disturbing and violent. And did I mention gory? Because it’s a total gorefest. Ewwww. Very Pulp Fiction. I liked Pulp Fiction a lot too, but never ever want to see it again.

I personally think Baker B needs to use Captain Scarlet. I even have it in the Netflix queue.

Baker B has a hard time with the whole housebound thing, so all afternoon he kept saying, "I think I can go out. I think the roads are okay. I’m going to the store. Do you think the roads are okay? Maybe I should stay here. Maybe it’s icy. I don’t think it’s icy – I think I’m going out. Do you think I should go out? Maybe I should stay here."

Aaagghhhh!!! He mostly wanted something sweet  to snack on, and we don’t generally keep sweets lying around, because if they’re around we just devour them. I finally remembered I actually had a box of cake mix in the cabinet, though. So I told him if he’d stay in and not go wreck the car, I would make some brownies. I don’t do a lot of cake baking – okay, I do no cake baking except perhaps at Thanksgiving – and I just had that box of cake mix because I have a cookie recipe that is low fat and very good and uses devil’s food cake mix. (It does call for low-fat devil’s food cake mix, which I don’t think actually exists, but I pretend they’re still low-fat anyhow and they are at least LESS fat.)  So apparently at some point I was going to make those cookies and never did. I probably should have looked at the expiration date on the box, now that I think about it. I couldn’t just make the cookies because they need chocolate chips, and if I had chocolate chips Baker B could have just eaten those and that would have been the end of the sugar fit. 

ANYHOW, since I don’t do a lot of cake mix baking, I thought you could just whip up the cake mix and put it in a brownie pan and that would make it be brownies. You know, the same way you can put carrots into a souffle dish and end up with Baked Alaska! Oddly enough, though, cake batter in a brownie pan makes brownie-shaped cake. Or cakies, I suppose. Cakeys?  Whatever, they were still good.  So, not only have I done nothing but lie on the couch all day, I’ve also eaten nothing but oatmeal and cakies.

Okay, just checked the weather page again – and now it’s 39 degrees. It’s gone up NINE DEGREES in a couple of hours. And it’s ten till seven at night. That’s a little weird. Obviously, it’s not icing now. It sounds like it’s pouring rain, which is why I checked the weather again. I’d been worried about getting to work tomorrow – not that I want to get to work, and quite honestly I’d love to get about three feet of snow and not be able to get in all week, but naturally Insane Boss has a big supervisor meeting in the morning and obsessed about it all last week. And she’ll certainly implode if there’s a weather situation keeping her minions from making it to work. The meeting is at 9:30 and if she follows her previous patterns, she’ll have a zillion things she has to have copied and done before the meeting. There’s no getting everything ready BEFORE the day of the meeting with her, sadly. So if we can’t get in at 8 she’ll have a complete and total panic attack. Of course, it might teach her that there is a point – like the last workday before the meeting – when you need to draw the line and say you’re finished planning for it and you’re not coming up with anything else to throw in.

Anyhow, I guess unless the temperature drops again – very possible in Crazy Weather World – I’ll be making it in on time. Oh, WELL.

When I mentioned the weird  rise in temperature, Baker B said, "OooOOO, let’s go drive around!"