Earlier, I made a loaf of bread. I used yeast and everything. It took quite a while, because it had to rise and stuff. I made it for mom and Bunka who should be getting back tomorrow or so. It was Molasses-oat bread. After I took it out of the oven, I set it on a rack to cool and then went to Becky and James's for James's birthday party.
When I got home, it was on the floor, mostly eaten. Stale. Been there a while.
I haven't checked the rest of the house for chewed things, but I am very angry at Summer right now. I yelled at her and she's acting like I beat her with a two-by-four. The cat's been getting on my nerves, too.