I am getting a TiVo for Xmas! I sent an email to all my family members with a link for preordering, and said, "This is what I want. Please chip in and order it for me." And they did! I have scared the cats several times by randomly yelling out "TIVO!" all day.
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Whohoo, Tivo! You're gonna love it, Sue.
Whoo-hoo for Canadian TiVo -- about damn time!
We desperately need a TJs run. Sarameg - do you trek up to Towson or have they finished the downtown one yet? Just kidding (that's still a bare plot of land, I'm pretty sure).
DH is making couscous with pine nuts, spinach, tomatoes, and cheese - all gooey and casserole-y. And we're having onion quesadillas too. Though I could make that into a fritata without trying too hard. Hmm.
I made chicken noodle soup for lunch because the soup pot was clean. Possibly I need to run the dishwasher.
I'm managing to cut down my monthly expenses a lot. I feel less panicky about it. If I can keep my expenses down I might actually be able to start saving money again.
Tj's run is on the bill for me tomorrow. Cherry cider, mmm.
Today I made the loveliest soup with TJ's faux-meatballs, rice, carrots, celery, onion/garlic, in a creamy tomato base. Oh, and some dill I froze over the summer. Very nice indeed. Very comforty and nutritious.
I wish my DH would eat soup. sigh No soups, no casseroles, no sauces. He's so lucky I married him anyway.
No soup?! Impossible!
How can anyone not love soup?
Then again, I had a friend who refuses to eat vegetables of any kind.
Sarameg - do you trek up to Towson or have they finished the downtown one yet? Just kidding (that's still a bare plot of land, I'm pretty sure).
Actually, there's one in Pikesville on Reisterstown Rd, just past the beltway (next to the Barnes&Noble that used to be a Bibelot.) It's a whopping 3 or so miles from me. I went to the Towson one ONCE and swore never again. The parking was such a clusterfuck.
I managed to squeak in a load of laundry (from my trip.) One less thing to do tomorrow!
Talked to my brother with T babbling in the background. He put me on speakerphone to see what T would do. Made him cackle...until he started grunting. I got called Aunt Poop. Brother's day at the track was today, and he had a blast. He also got free extra sessions and DID NOT set his car on fire. Brakes did start smoking again and he had his picture taken by several others as a result. (Last time he was at a track, they proudly pointed out the fire extinguishers that they'd never had to use at one of those events. J said "Oh, why did you say that?" Sure enough, they had to use them to put out his brakes.)
Ooohkay, I think I'm hearing gunshots.
Gunshots bad.
Brakes flambe funny. (No, not even pretty when they lead to fire - because fire and racing don't mix. So sayeth the pyro.)