distance

Mother just sent me via e-mail the most wonderful looking recipe for pumpkin bars and spiced rum. I haven't made either yet, but I am sure I will later tonight after I shower and clip Oprah Winfrey's nails.

She has been going at my couch very aggessively the last week or so, Oprah Winfrey. Last night I told her that I think she's upset with me since I've been working late nights and not cooking meals at home nearly as much as I should be. After I said this, I added that it's not much fun having a grump for a roommate. Oprah Winfrey gave me a nasty glare, one I had never seen before, and trotted into our bedroom with her tail raised. We didn't talk for the rest of the night and though I don't like to admit it, I think it was good for us, the distance. I ignored her and she ignored me. We both had alone nights. I spent my time in the shower drinking wine and in my bed eating steamed perogis. Oprah Winfrey spent her time sleeping on top of the VCR.