Saffron's sweater.

I'm making a purple one for Ciel. She can wear it while she's in the box. I hope it fits! 0_0;;;

Today Dad made dinner. Always a treat, because the man has no common sense and is always dragging somebody in to bail him out. I don't mind helping but he's impossible to work with. He's the kind of person who would insist on measuring out the spices and stuff with measuring spoons even though I tell him I can eyeball it, I've been cooking since I was 14! He also times food with his watch. If the recipe says a roast has to been in for an hour and a half, he won't check it, even if we tell him it could be done earlier, so he overcooks everything. Blech. Tonight's masterpiece was some pot roast without a speck of fat on it braised in a sauce that was 99.9% V-8 juice. To be fair, it was edible, but it wasn't too good. Dry as hell. I'm so mean. Not that I told him, though. I have some manners!

He can't remember how to set the timer on the oven. I wish he'd leave the cooking to us. He's also planning on making this dish that he once made when we were in elementary school and everybody hated it. We made fun of it for years. Why is he making it again?! I want to make other dinner plans! I already made up my mind to make something very great for dinner next week to make up for it...it's actually easier to work alone than to work with him around...