I'm too tired to type out something more than decent. Even though my first time waiting outside the Operation Theater is something to tell. I have little notes in my phone, of what to write about. In my head at that time I thought I'll write up a powerful post. That night, I tried and failed.
The brother is picky with me being the cook. Everytime I mention having rice for a meal he makes a face. And I'm tempted to leave him at the hospital with Mama and Dad.
That's why I have a tuna and sausage mayo pie fresh from the oven for today's lunch. Its my first time making a big pie. Not one of those small serving sizes. It led to some difficulties.
- I didn't have enough tuna. Just bought one can.
- I don't know how to use the pastry pieces to make it one big pie.
It looks funny. But I bet its gonna taste good *cross fingers for luck*
Yesterday, while doing a mini version of grocery shopping, I saw myself in a mirror and thought I looked so darn tired. What did I do? Bought a face mask. It felt gooood. And my skin didn't look so dull anymore.
Anyway, the bro just got out of the shower so that means I have to start getting ready. I "plan" to be out of the house by noon. But as we all know about the best laid plans. It sucks.