Potluck

Or how I nearly missed my test. I started making my potluck dish last night ( Stracciatella Soup, recipe here )and noticed my students broke the handle of my crockpot when they borrowed it. It went downhill from there, starting with UPS waking me up to ask me to sign for random packages for my neighbors (sent them to the landlord) and me, who ALWAYS looks, went to open the curtains and stepped in cat shit and had to hop all the way into the kitchen to get paper towels then the bathroom to sit and scrape my foot clean (and it did NOT want to come off).

All of that made me very late and by the time I got to work and got the crockpot set up I was nearly late for my exam (at least they did well on it). The potluck was VERY nice (those of us who bothered to come which mostly my department didn't). The new computer science prof made a pecan pie. I might have to marry her. Yes I'm not supposed to eat it. Yes I did. AND some other crap I shouldn't then went to die in my office.

Schroedinger now wants held every time he sees me. Sigh.

I did break down and sign up for fandom_stocking. I had to set myself down and say you do NOT have to do 100 things here. Hell if I just did stuff for my flist I'll be busy enough. So if you'd like to do something for ME for the holidays (and I would love you forever) you can Find My Stocking Here