I'm dreaming of a new career

Abby is still here and I am becoming spoiled.

For the past two weeks, on Wednesday evenings, we have had Date Night and gone out for a nice, grown-up dinner.  Last night Alisa joined us and we wandered the aisles of Barnes and Noble as well.  It was like a dream. 

And speaking of dreams, I think I may have discovered my dream job.  While flipping through the Holiday Baking edition of Cook's Illustrated magazine, I began to wonder why in the hell I chose nursing as a career, instead of writing for this brilliant periodical.  For those of you who have never picked up an issue, the writers essentially choose a bunch of recipes, test about 60 different ways to make them, then write essays (witty, entertaining essays) on how they came to the perfect, say, cinnamon roll.  Or pumpkin pie.  Or cranberry nut bread.  Chocolate bundt cake, lemon cheesecake, crescent rolls, say it with me now....yuuuummmmy.

I can practically see it now...my tiny apartment kitchen becoming a test center for new and brilliant forms of coffee cake, Zoey as my sous chef, a flour-coated notebook containing our scribbled notes for exactly how much baking powder went in to this particular batch. 

Maybe someday.