Monday, May 19, 2014

And so it begins...

...the beginning of a month and a half without my mommy and littlest sister of all, Heaba. We left the house at 4:30 (aka the plumber booty crack of dawn) to see them off at the airport. They'll come back from Jordan (hopefully with Sara and Alia?!?) on June 24th.
Until then, you can call me the Lone Ranger, the Night Wolf, the Solo Cholo, etc. Well, uhh, technically, I guess you can only call me those names from 7 AM - 6 PM on weekdays, because my solo-ridin' ends when either my dad or brother get home. Hahahah - I am gonna practice my funnies during this break, y'all!

Anywho, it's been a sad kind of day - it is so empty at home! Even Misha felt it - he was being nicer than usual to me today (I appreciate that, big daddy).
But what's the use of being a Pessimistic Patricia when you can stress over a stir-fry thingamajig that basically exploded before your eyes when you added chicken slices to it, or when you can revel at how miserably you've failed at making basic rice? It sure does help get one's mind off of how much they miss their mama and sistas!

Here's the finished product, for the taste buds on your eyeballs:


...we'll see if I get better at cooking over the course of this month. 

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