Now those of you who know me know that I don't cook. Anyone who has ever lived with me can attest to that. Now, with that said, I am (at least most of the time) not so incompetent that I can't follow a recipe, so I always end up making something or other for Thanksgiving. This time I'm bringing a dip and dessert, and both things need to be baked. It's inevitable that my mom will be monopolizing the oven at home since she kind of needs to cook the turkey, so I'm doing my "cooking" here. Of course, I do not have any bakeware. I do not have a cutting board. I do not have a peeler. I do not have a small saucepan. I do not have an electric mixer.

Well, make that all past tense. I now have all of those things. Plus another bottle of Aveeno since I ran out of lotion this morning.

Speaking of electric mixers, I once had a brief tussle with one. Needless to say, the mixer won and I slunk away with my tail between my legs and large welts on my fingers.

Time to spend another fifty dollars on more crap that I need and should--but don't--have. Flour, sugar, eggs that are not expired, etc. Blah.