This is not how I pictured it.

Today is Scott's birthday. Even though we both don't care a lot about birthdays, I wanted to do something nice for him. So I am making dinner tonight. Wow-that's 4 nights this week.

Anyway, I had to get up early today and dress nice for job club. So, I put on a dress and I decided to keep it on because how often does this man get to see his wife showered, with makeup and hair done and decent clothing to boot.

I ran out to Target a bit ago to get a couple of forgotten things I needed for dinner. Got poured on on my way out. Hope that's a front coming through instead of just crappy weather.

Anyway, came home, made ganache for cracked cheesecake, put King Ranch Chicken in the oven. Am working on cleaning up. Sweating like a whore in church.

Why did I think I should cook in a dress?

And no, I am not wearing pearls. I actually took off my necklace, as it's a 7-strand acrylic monstrosity and it would just make me sweat more.

Hope the cheesecake is good...it's not nearly as pretty as the pumpkin one I made for our anniversary but that's basically covered in ganache, so I doubt it matters.

He should be home any sec...I don't hear the doggies crying yet...