Oh dear, did I have a doozy of a break down last night. I will reader’s digest the story for you. I left work late, the subway held for 30 minutes right before my stop and then the line went out of service, stood in a dress in the rain for a shuttle bus for 40 minutes, rode the bus for 40 minutes to the subway line, missed a very important personal event.
I’m not so keen on buses.
They are too shaky.
So I spent the whole time on the bus practicing some deep breaths. Okay that and tweeting miserable tweets. I very calmly set on my way home instead of the two hour event that I was now 1 1/2 hours late for. While on the street car I decided to swing by the grocery store before heading home. My squash cravings continue.
The tears literally burst out of me the second I got through the door. After a couple kleenexes, I set forth for the kitchen. I told Brad that dinner was going to be a while since I was baking more squash. He nervously replied “soup again?” No no darling, spaghetti squash!
I still haven’t found a new spaghetti sauce to buy so I whipped up my own with a can of crushed tomatoes, a lot of garlic, a lot of basil, and a little onion.
It still needs a bit of tweaking, but better than the gross olive type torture of 2010.
I’ve got a very important day at work that I’m about to leave for. Then I’ll probably come home and go to sleep until very late tomorrow morning. I’m off for the day yipeeeeee!