last night

My Martha rug got pulled out from under me....

I was happily on my way to nailing every home maker task thrown at me. And then..
The Rhodes Rolls ruined everything.
We ate dinner at 8, and these roll/muffins weren't done until 10.

In case you haven't made rolls, or watched anyone make rolls or live under a rock like i do... you have to let the dough rise for a long time and preferably in a warm place. Well, that did not go down at the Brown's place last night. No siree.

If I can take anything away from this feat turned embarrassment... it's that my mom was right, I shouldn't have taken every single Home Economics class in junior high and high school. They were obviously a waste of time. And heck, I'll just snowball on my little temper tantrum for a sec and tell you that I am for reals taking this warped, muffin-like rolls experience and translating it directly to be a message from something in the universe that is trying to tell me..

"Kate, you should not be eating carbs so late in the evening.. pull yourself together." 

c'est la vie.