Pretty and in Distress

Miserella and I are too funny together. We never go to sleep because we lurk in the hallway being funny together. Sometimes until way past the witching hour. Although, one Monday night, we decided to try out a new back drop. So we sat down in the bathroom. We were discussing our day, and Miserella accidentally said the word "breful" in place of beautiful, and I have got to be honest. She is the most breful girl I have ever met. ;)
Last night, after girls' night out, turned into one of the girls getting engaged, I will admit, I was a little put out. Not only am I unattatched with no prospects, but we didn't even get to really have a girls' night! When I returned to the homestead, Miserella could tell that something was up, and then said if I went to the grocery store to pick up the ingredients. She would whip me up a lovely batch of mud balls. I could not resist. So Moana and I headed to the grocery store at compeletely reasonable time of 11:54 pm. We of course bought the essentials, but I began to feel a little incompetant. I will be honest. I've only ever been in the kitchen unsupervised probably 3 times, when making something with actual ingredients, not from a box or from the freezer. The first time I burnt my biceps 3 times... Yeah, even I cannot recreate those cirumstances... The second was mostly successful, after calling my sister, Thursday, a million times to ask completely idiotic questions like, "Do you really need eggs to make rolls?" And now I can add meat loaf to that list of delcacies I have made alone. But I will confess grocery shopping is a pain. How am I supposed to know if all cream cheese is created equal? And if not, which one is more equal? Turns out I bought the less equal one... I feel like a bumbling idiot sometimes. But they were delicious all the same.
Yours 'til the mud bawls,
Tish