If you read Auburnchick's blog, you may be having a sense of deju vu. I was flabbergasted when I read her post on Oct. 30. That post had the exact same title as mine is today, only I drafted this post and titled it on the 29th. Weird.
Small Town High's band competition was Saturday. Everyone was asked to bring something for the bake sale and something for the director's area (where they can "get away from it all" and get something to eat). Friday was cold and rainy. I decided not to go to the football game since it was away and, well, since it was cold and rainy! (I'm loving that I have a choice since YS doesn't play football!)
Here's how I pictured my Friday night:
I planned to go home after helping set up for the contest, clean the kitchen, and then start baking. Just me & the tv. Watching the football game. Nice & quiet.
Now, here's what actually happened:
When I was at the high school setting up, MS called and said he was bringing some friends over for tomato soup & grilled cheese sandwiches. What time was I going to be home?
There went my nice quiet night out the window. I ran by the store and grabbed some cans of tomato soup, cheese slices, bread, and butter. Then I went home and emptied the dishwasher, and started the cornbread for Mexican Trifle Bowl. I had started on Pumpkin Crisp when MS & 3 friends came in.
I put everything on hold, and got them fed. They hung around for a while (until MS took a shower), then headed back up to the university.
That's when I finally got my peace & quiet. I cut the brownies for the bake sale and put them in sandwich bags, then realized I didn't think I had quite enough, so I made another batch and put it in the oven. Then, I looked at the Pumpkin Crisp and couldn't remember if I had sprayed the pan. Good thing I planned on making one for us: I made another one and popped it into the oven when the brownies were done. I had a few minutes before CH would be home from the game, so I popped a movie in. Yes, it was "The Holiday". YS came in and said, "The Holiday again?" It won't be too much longer and "The Family Stone" will be watched over and over.
It wasn't quite the night I expected, but it was nice to stay in and bake while the rain was coming down and the air was cold.