At the grocery store, I got a can of crescent roll dough to make breakfast roll-ups for The Husband to eat on his way to work. I dropped it on the floor as I was scanning it. Thankfully, it did not burst. It fell out of the trunk onto the pavement as I was loading the groceries in the car. Again, it did not burst. It hit the kitchen floor as I was unloading the groceries, and this time it popped open. Five second rule! I grabbed it off the floor, and after I'd put away the rest of the groceries, I made the roll-ups, figuring the oven would kill any germs the dough had collected from the floor. (Shhh! Don't tell The Husband. *snicker*)
I spent the rest of the afternoon doing household chores. Crazy, I know. Washed all of the throw rugs in the house. Mopped the floors. Cleaned out the freezer (there was stuff in there older than some of my grandchildren) and the refrigerator. Planted a rose bush and transplanted some zinnia seedlings. Turned the compost. Cooked dinner and cleaned up the kitchen.
Today, my goal is to make fondant gymnasts that don't look like monsters.
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