I don't know how the supertasting thing came up, but the genetic inability to taste cilantro is not correlated. I luv cilantro.

Cilantro=nast.

Cash, I totally meant to come back and tell you about the Whovian ring tones. But that looks sorted.

No longer teaching krav on Saturdays. A quick summation of my Matilda year would be me giving up things I thought required for my sanity. Also, possibly, my sanity. Jury's out.

Chugging kefir because it settles down my stomach. At least I've mostly worked out what sets it off-something in my morning pills plus lying down. Which I kinda have to do at the acupuncturist. But whatever he did has made my cold feel a lot less bad, so if the downside is 45 minutes of unhappy stomach and some nice kefir (which I so cannot pronounce), I guess it's fair.

I am going to call a complaining moratorium on my posts. Uh, after this one.

I would be a semi-borning millionaire at this point. Pay off debt, set up college fund, retirement fund, then buy real estate.

I could do all of those except the real estate one. The market's so weird that I'm not sure what I'd buy if I suddenly could.

Okay, off for more Damian Lewis. Who is indeed quite Mr. Grey so far on Life.

Sue, can you plant another one further out in the yard?

That's the plan. The arborist who was here, suggested planting Hemlocks along the fence to block out traffic noise. I don't think I'll be planting anything until the spring.

ita, I hope you don't have a migraine, because I have one that's big enough for two. I've been assaulting it with drugs, though, and I think it might be retreating. *Maybe.*

I'm running around making people refer to me as Milton Morlock Waddams.

Last night, as we were drifting off to sleep, I told The Boy about Shrift's move to sub-basement 3, and assorted Morlocks, C.H.U.D.s, and Sewer Urchin. I think he fell asleep during my litany, because this morning he asked me, "Were you talking about Morlocks last night? And....WHY?!?"

I hope you don't have a migraine, because I have one that's big enough for two.

You wouldn't mind hanging on to it for a little while longer? I promise I'll take it back some time today.

Hey! Torchwood's underground, right? The Batcave is underground? We need to start positively reinforcing shrift's burial, with HoYay! if need be.

You wouldn't mind hanging on to it for a little while longer?

It doesn't seem inclined to leave, so I'll keep it. But I'm creating a hostile environment for it, all the same.

I promise I'll take it back some time today.

Maybe it can just go away and perish and leave us BOTH alone.

When my boss saw me taking jalapenos for my stuffy nose last night she said she has a friend who eats yellow peppers when she feels a migraine coming on and that keeps them at bay.

My lunch is a very delicious omelet.

I hadn't made an omelet in a while, generally preferring scrambles.

But after Top Chef last night I could tell JZ wanted something tastier than mac and cheese so I made her a really delicious omelet. And I was jealous of the omelet I made for her last night so I made my own today, adding ham.

First I sauteed some diced onion in butter. When that was translucent I added fresh spinach and cooked it just long enough to coat it in butter and get it slightly wilted. You don't want to overdo spinach.

Set that aside and poured in two eggs. I'd mixed them French style with a minimum of whipping and air. So that it would be a perfect little envelope of egg for the filling. Swirled the egg around in the pan until it was crepe-like. Filled it with spinach and onions. Then added one slice of diced ham and some feta cheese.

Folded it over perfectly and Voila! So freakin' yum.