Then it's like taking a personal day and it's totally legit.

Good to know.

I think the only thing not allowed is wallowing.

Pimiento Cheese:

1 lb. sharp cheddar cheese, grated
2 T Worcestshire (sp??) sauce
1 T yellow mustard
1 - 1.5 C mayo
1 large jar pimientos (keep in mind, this is still a pretty small jar, but there's a tiny jar and a not-so-tiny jar. Get the bigger one.)

Dump everything in a blender or food processor and blend till your desired smoothness. I like mine fairly smooth.

It will be runnier than you expect, but it will thicken up on refrigeration.

If you do double or triple batches, you will need to do it in batches otherwise it won't all fit in your blender/food processor.

Enjoy!

Via Defamer, the most awesome bitchslap to a ridiculously spoiled Hollywood starlet I've ever seen: [link]

I use shredded cheese, a couple of teaspoons of powdered mustard and Tabasco to taste. Then I add mayonnaise a little at a time until it's spreadable. I'm not much of a mayonnaise fan. I think it works best if you pulse the food processor and leave it a little chunky.

eta: And the larger size of pimentoes. Without that, it's just smashed cheese. At little of the pimento juice cuts down on the mayonnaise you need and makes it more pimento-y.

Oh man I forgot how much I love a pimiento cheese sandwich (on potato bread). soft and nummy.

Why for the going to court Erin? Jury Duty? Getting hitched?

Parking tickets. Pleaded guilty, and the judge only made me pay some of the ticket cost! Cool!

I think I'm going to take a little lay down, go sell some books at Half Price books, and drink up the profits at happy hour.

Megan, that is the stuff of many an anxiety dream. To which I hope you are now immune, having lived it.

Me, I like wallowing. Not sure why, but I find it kind of fun.

I had a bizarre dream last night that was really made up of all the little things that annoy me, and I actually remember most of it (which is unusual for me).

I was on a trip with my dad, stepmom, and stepbrothers/sister (but not any of my own sibs) to small-town Princeton, IL, which for some reason in my dream was where Ronald Reagan's childhood home was at (even though I know in real life it was another small town, Dixon, IL, which I've also been to). I was forced to go on the house tour, even though I told Dad that I hated Reagan, and when the tour was over, I realized that, for some strange reason, I had left my shoes behind in the house so I went back to get them. When I returned to the car, it was to find that they had left me stranded there. I had to suck up to the old tour guide (a Reagan fanatic) to get him to let me use the phone to call my dad at the restaurant we were having dinner at to have him come back and get me.

I had this dream while asleep on the couch, and I woke up with the TV on the Biography channel playing a documentary on Reagan, so at least I know where that part of the dream came from.

Eureka's second episode pulled 2.06, down from 3.2, but the channel's still happy since it's the highest rated show they have on (I think BSG gets 1.7--not sure about the Gates which are actually airing now).

So that's a relief, and cool.