I found the perfect excuse for no holiday baking. No oven. Yep, Sears isn't delivering my new oven as planned. This doesn't even remotely surprise me. I don't believe we've ever been able to make any major purchase without some sort of glitch. And this time it really seems to be a glitch. "The computer" didn't forward the order to the delivery department. So it's soup again tonight. If I didn't know better I'd think Oprah, her trainer and diet author Bob Greene and that perky Denise were behind all this. I certainly can't whip up that batch of forbidden brownies now can I?
In other news, it seems we may be creating some monsters with this whole blacksmithing stuff. Yes, monsters, plural. Yesterday was another session. Followed up with a few hours of surfing to locate a forge as it appears waiting another month to pound hot metal isn't an option. So now I get to choose if I want to allow my baby to have a "real bow and arrow with dull arrows" off his wish list or a gas forge. Being the over protective worry wart that I am, I'm thinking one could put an eye out and the other could theoretically blow up. I'd much prefer to go back to harmless matchbox cars and soft Kermit dolls.
I wonder if I could bake with a forge?