My evening isn't going so hot

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Ode to an old friend

Farewell my friend
I will miss you
You were a great friend
A hard worker
You could handle anything I sent your way
But not the plastic spoon.
I don’t understand why that spoon
Got you all bent out of shape
Perhaps that’s why
You made a funny noises tonight
Goodbye my old friend
Faithful servant
My mixer
Good bye

I guess stand mixers don’t like plastic spoons. . .duh. . .but I used one a couple weeks ago in my mixer bowl. I had been using a flexible rubber spatula. Those never really got caught in the dough hooks. But when my last spatula’s handle snapped (guess it couldn’t handle bread dough either), I grabbed a plastic spoon to scrape the bowl sides down. Big mistake. It got caught in the dough hooks and bent one out of shape. I bent it back, hoping the motor hadn’t been damaged.

Tonight I went to make a double batch of chocolate chip cookies for tomorrow (the kids in my Sunday School class will be giving their dads cookies for Father’s Day). I stuck the beaters in and turned the machine on. It turns on, but the beaters hit each other. Apparently I bent the shaft they fit into.

Nuts. I guess it’s time for a new mixer. This was only a $30 GE mixer from Walmart, but it was wonderful. Hopefully we’ll get a new one soon. I sent a “Wanted: stand mixer” email to our freecycle group. . .we’ll see what happens. I posted the same ad in the Wanted section of Craigslist to so between the two groups, maybe I’ll find something.

But maybe I should have titled this post, “Comedy of Errors.” The baby cried the entire time I was making cookies – he’d just get quieted down when I’d have to put him down to get a cookie sheet out of the oven. Then, right as I finished, I went to get a glass of milk, and dropped the gallon of milk on the floor. It did spill (EVERYWHERE), but thankfully it wasn’t completely full. But then the baby started crying again when I put him down so I could mop up my mess. I hope I got all the milk mopped up from under the refrigerator. In this heat, I don’t want to think about how pleasant that won’t smell in a day or so.

So. The baby finally fell asleep. Poor little guy is trying to get over a cold and doesn’t feel well, and has a tummyache on top of everything. I put him down in bed and sat down to work on sewing a new skirt.

Somehow I didn’t buy enough fabric for it. There was enough to cut the pattern out as is, but not the extra I usually get to lengthen the skirt the 4″ I usually lengthen it. Oh well. I sewed it up, and held it up to me to try it on. It doesn’t fit. The seams will be easy to let out since the skirt is only a little bit too tight. But after the way the rest of the evening has gone, I just folded it up and put it on my desk. I’m afraid to work on it any longer. I really wanted to wear it tomorrow but it will have to wait until next week.

Stephen took S with him to church for a men’s get together tonight. Boy, is he going to laugh when he gets home and hears about MY evening!