Mmmm … pancakes
I made pancakes for the very first time. Thank you, Bisquick, for putting the batter in a bottle for me!
My first one wasn’t so great, but the rest were just beautiful. As I made/drank my coffee, smoked a cigarette, and made these cute little cakes, I was reminded of something that someone told me long ago, that they could totally see me as Ghetto Mom, making breakfast, chainsmoking and having kids around my ankles. Well, that came true today, as Maddie cozied herself up around my ankles, wondering what Mommy was cooking that she wasn’t allowed to have. 🙂 Only thing is, whomever it was that said that to me had also predicted that I’d be putting ashes in the skillet. Luckily, that didn’t happen. heh.
I’ve really got to get back to the gym and start eating like a human again. One of these days. I just do everything to extremes — I can go without smoking for six months, then I go back to lighting one up every five minutes. I either eat a few normal meals a day or I eat junk like it’s an endless bounty. Although, I’ve always wondered if my eating habits (i.e., cleaning my plate and/or killing a pizza or whatever insane overdose I manage) stemmed from my evil stepfather, who used to yell and threaten to beat me if I didn’t clean my plate. He was a nasty one. Luckily, Mom got rid of him, but I personally can’t wait till he dies so I can go piss on his grave.
And I’ll probably bring a box of those new coffee-flavored Oreos when I do. 🙂