Lesson One: It's Not That Scary, Ya Big Wuss.

Man, purposefully not updating for a week has really thrown me off. Blah.

Right, like I wasn't off before.

Yesterday was an interesting work day. It was pretty busy when I got there, and pretty much stayed that way for half my shift. The second half...dead. Things were done done done by seven thirty, so I got to leave around ten to nine, forty minutes before my shift was scheduled to end. Score!

Got home, found chicken on a plate on a counter, being squished under the sugar bin with lemon sitting all over it. Oooo!

Dinner was that chicken, also seasoned with salt and pepper, cooked on the panini press/grill I got Ryan for our anniversary, then sauteed with red and yellow pepper and garlic and white wine and served with linguine. It was delicious, and it was my first informal cooking class...

Both Mom and I joked, upon our engagement, that now I need to learn how to cook. Then Ryan was sick for four days, and I stepped up to the plate and bravely drove out to the local array of fast food places to feed myself and my sick man. It was a lesson...well, no, it was a highlighter stroke over the lesson that I need to learn how to cook real food. So we're working on it bit by bit.

I managed to switch shifts around with a co-worker, so I now have Tuesday off, which will be the first day Ryan and I will have off together since we got engaged. We're finally going to celebrate! Probably with pizza and champagne! Woo! Party!

Speaking of shifts, I have mine in a little while, so it's off to feed and clothe myself and all that junk. Ciao!