Mum made this gross satay sauce for dinner. It was to go on top of these meat-on-skewer thingys, and they tasted gross too. One of them tasted like car exhaust, and the other one tasted like bacon, but not in a good way. The satay sauce was the saltiest thing I have ever tasted. I think it’s because she put soy sauce in. We were all lamenting over the horrible taste, but all kept eating because we were starving. I tried to save the satay by adding brown sugar, but then it just tasted sort of sweet + salty at the same time. Lauren added crushed peanuts, but that made no difference. Mum was in her room on the phone while we were all out in the lounge room eating dinner (so therefore she didn’t hear any of the things we were saying about the meal). She wasn’t eating any of the meal she’d cooked – it was reserved for us – the unlucky few. Mum had a plate of cheese on toast… or a sort of cheese inside two pieces of toast, like a sandwich, and Rosie dared me to take the cheese off and throw it out, so that when mum came out and took a bite, there would be nothing in the middle and it would just be cold toast with salt & pepper on it. Lauren was laughing, but then when mum came out she told her what I had done. Mum’s in a bad mood. It was funny though… That sauce was funny.
I’ve got my final (at least I think it’s the final one) orthopedic appointment tomorrow at 11:30am. I’m wondering what they’re going to say… I’ll have to ask if they’re going to take the pins & screws out eventually. I hope so. It’s also Kirra’s birthday tomorrow. I’m not saying any more about it in case she goes online tonight and reads it (though I don’t think she will, but you never know. Murphy’s law is probably the safest for me to live my life by.)
I sent off my application for salary sacrifice this afternoon. I’m supposed to be working right now, and I just realised that for me to do two hours of overtime I’ll have to work until 10:30pm tonight.
Sucks. I guess I should go make some coffee or something…