Here are some of the thoughts that went through my head as I was doing housework this morning:
~ I am accustomed to the taste of Splenda. I do not like the taste of Splenda. As I look at the big package that we buyand read that it says, "Measures cup for cup, just like sugar! Great for baking!" I want to gag a little because to me, brownies made with Splenda are NOT going to taste the same as brownies made with real sugar. You can't convince me that there's not a difference. No way.
~ I'm a lot like my Grandpa Charlie. We both are theatrical and we both love cold coffee. I miss him.
~ Is it bad that I'm so lazy that I'd rather throw this clean pillowcase in the laundry basket that's right here than fold it and walk it into the bathroom...that's all of 40 feet away? (Note: the pillowcase has been on the floor on my side of the bed for about two months now. I've vaccumed around it at least four times.)
~ "Monk and Nagal....Monk and Nagal...Mooonk and Naaaagal.....Monk and Nagal....Monk and Nagal...Moooonk and Nagal...Monk and Naaagal...Monk and Nagal..." You know how you can have a song running around in your head? Every once in awhile I'll get a phrase that runs through mine. Today it was this - the name of a band. Go figure.