I don't have ADD but potatoes sound good for dinner.

I don't know how long it takes you to write a blog post, but I average 60-90 minutes. What you're reading now is actually version 2.0. Version 1.0 got the old "select all -> delete" since my train of thought has gone in a completely different direction since then.

Per the request of my roommate (aka LP) I was initially blogging about these beauts:

mmm, so good.

...and that's what I was doing. I had a little diddy going about how they are my "limiting factor" when it comes to going grocery shopping; meaning when I'm out of these it requires and immediate visit to HyVee. And since they were on sale this week (50 cents off, what!) I couldn't resist stocking up. Well...I forgot that I already had a few boxes at home. I mean, COMPLETELY forgot. So yeah, long story short I have 6 boxes in my freezer right now.

You're judging me right now and that's ok. Because one day you'll be in the freezer section of the grocery store and you'll notice them out of the corner of your eye and you'll be like, "Hey, that's what Kristy was talking about." And for some reason you'll toss them into your cart. And then you'll know. You'll try them and you'll know.

But back to my inability to focus...

While writing that post I got up to get some water. And while I was taking a drink and looking in the mirror I decided that I didn't want to wear my hair in a ponytail anymore so I did my hair. And then I was like, "well I might as well put some make-up on as well." So now I'm all glamorized (oooooor not so much) and I sit down to finish blogging and I remember I need to email back a friend of mine, so I take care of that. And while I was opening up Gmail I remember that my credit card bill is due soon so I hope onto Chase's site. Then the urge to dust overwhelms me. All the while, mind you, I've not been thinking about veggie-sausages (because that would be weird), but about a million other different things, so that by the time I sit down for the third time I've decided to write about something completely different.

Oh, and I think I took care of a hangnail somewhere in there.

So if I've ever forgotten to email you back, give you a call, burn you a CD, tell you how much you owe me for utilities, finish a scrapbook...but didn't, well now you know why. It wasn't because I didn't care about it, it's because I decided to make potatoes for dinner.