Hello and greetings from the outskirts of civilization! I say that because after two attempts by Comcast, we still can't get internet at the new place. Apparently it isn't close enough to any cable source. They are coming back today to survey the property (hopefully on horseback!) and see if running a new wire is worth it for my $40 a month. Keep your fingers crossed because I've been going to my parents' at 5:30 AM to work and I think they're going to change the locks.
(Yes, I know about DSL and other options but I need really fast download and upload speeds to work. Heavy sigh.)
Okay, before I go on with my drivel, I made this recipe from Skinny Taste last night. Cheesy Jalapeno Popper Baked Stuffed Chicken. Oh my gosh, you guys. You'd never be able to tell that it's a light recipe. My roommate loved it, even though I had to make hers gluten free. She was amazed and kept asking me how I hollowed out a chicken breast. I let her believe, much like my family tried to make her believe in Santa Claus until she was a teenager. But try this one! You'll thank me.
Speaking of my dear sister, life with her is occasionally like living in one of those worksheets you did in kindergarten where you had to circle the dangerous mistake in the picture. I went downstairs to do laundry and saw that she had found the perfect place to hang up her shoe holder- on the back of the laundry room door so that it conveniently touched the furnace. I half expected to turn around and see an ax next to the baby's crib and eggs kept on the counter for storage. If the house burns down, you people know who to blame.
That's Cooper in the room that I've devoted to napping. You know life is exciting when you have a nap room.
We are also having some exciting plumbing issues so the first floor bathroom can't be used for a couple more days. Holy smokes have I gotten good at holding it. TMI, sorry. Anyway, hopefully that's just an anomaly and not the work of poltergeists. One of my darling cousins wasn't happy about me moving to the suburbs and she is continuing her campaign to convince me that the house is haunted. She sends me texts like "I wonder if the house knows you're coming?" and "So it begins..." and occasionally just texts me the names of scary movies like "The Strangers." I laughed it off until I saw the fog in the backyard last night.
Greetings from Amityville. Hope you're all doing well.