If I'm supposed to make dinner, I should be told abut it beforehand... you know, so I can actually have everything I need? LIKE A BLENDER? "It's out in the garage somewhere!" "Well, you'll get dinner... sometime!"

*facepalm*

And I'm trying to make butter chicken with diced tomatoes from a can. I'm not so sure about all this, but it'll be moot if I can't find this supposedly-existent blender.


rogh_sensei, you were right, this prednisone is making me waaaay aggressive, I am bitchcakes central today.