Bruised Feet

Well, I am in bed now. My husband has gone to work security for a neighborhood tonight, and I have finished my first bake-off (term used loosely). I was testing myself, and I know DH was in on it, too, to bake these twenty-four dozen cookies for vendors this season and I brilliantly finished. I'll see if he could take a picture of the finished tray tomorrow before they are delivered.

My hands are scratchy and dry. I wash them so many times during the day, multiplied by the extra work I put in today, and they are left with a certain tightness,  like a snake that can't shed her skin. Knuckles are cracking but not broken, and swollen, like my hand muscles becoming fattened with muscle. I called in today and I'm sure they needed me at the Bakery, but I have actually developed a head cold and I'm thinking of calling in tomorrow as well. but then again, I'll be working with Dee tomorrow and I love her, she's a hoot and a gas in one...she's a poot!

Well, well, if it isn't Miss Scarlett, my little darling. She noticed that DH isn't in bed with me. And now that it's half past the hour, I should be thinking of tucking in by now.

I watched Center Stage this afternoon while I tended my Chocolate Crinkle Cookies. I had to put on my tights and old slippers and just stretch out my body and dance for the hell of it! I made sure my heart was pumping, got myself jumping, spinning in the dining room and hyper-extending...shit I miss the discipline.