I Effing Rock!

Those who have seen my desk know that I'm not prone to neatness or organization. I can be organized. Trying to pass as a human type means that I frequently freak out over planning -- but, being a monkey, I also can roll with what ever comes along.

So, I love it when I'm able to do something so organized I even amaze myself. Tonight I hosted McSmelly for dinner. McSmelly is literally a couple o'weeks from exploding a child on to the planet, and her husband took off to play for a few weeks. Luckily, McSmelly is the sort who people like and have the desire to take care of --- so, she's been invited to lots o'people's homes for meals.

Tonight, I made the aforementioned stuffed shells -- and made enough that I was able to make a second pan and prep it so that she can freeze it and then once the New One arrives, will have a dinner all ready to heat up. I impress even myself.

Now, I'm thinking that since whenever I cook, I seem to be preparing for the off chance the Red Army is going to show up hungry, it will be easy to set aside freezable meals for her in the next month.

You know what this comes from? It's all the Chick's fault. She and I have many conversations about mothering and how folks ought to help out when they can because there are times and days when it's most needed.