I have made a lovely meat and veggie lasagna and now have a blackberry-peach pie in the oven. I have flour smudged on my nose, five jillion dishes fermenting in the sink, and I'm wearing an apron. God I love the holidays.
EDIT: GODAMMIT, BURNED THE GORRAM PIE.
BECAUSE I'M A FECKIN MORON THAT'S WHY.
I knew the broiler needed to be monitored constantly. So WHY did I walk away and LEAVE it for 3 minutes?? Stupid stupid stupid. *glares*