I created a pizza crust that while edible, was about as tasty as some cardboard slathered with kitty litter. You figure out how it tasted, but I assume my face was somewhat like the one below.
I'm not exactly sure what I just tasted, but I think I might need to
wash my mouth out. With bleach.
So, back the drawing board. No recipes from me today. I know you are all just crying in despair.
In other, more exciting news, I got my tax return. When one gets a tax return, is it just me or does one tend to run around like a rabid squirrel on crack. If you don't know what I mean, go watch a Foamy the Squirrel episode that features Pilz-E. He's pretty much what I have in mind.
Protip: Foamy is not for children, not for people who may be offended easily, or have no sense of humor. Just FYI.
I did go buy a computer, and as soon as I got it home, my cats were all over it. The box at least. They couldn't have cared less about what was *in* the box. Except that they were whining at me to get the computer out of it, so they could play.
And then the little terror (henceforth named Gozer for reasons that will become clear down the line) decided that he would rather follow Tanwen around and when she sat down, sit down on her. Because he can. My oldest cat, Corrigan, was having none of it and perched herself high above the ruckus. Which is good, because the ensuing mess only contained two types of cat fur, instead of three.
Vacuums hate me.