How much do I love The Boy? I get home from work all massively gronkified and feeling sleep-deprived (DST rules, but it fucks HARD with my circadian cycle) and vaguely like I'm fighting off a cold, plus with BIG stomach pain.*
I ask The Boy somewhat plaintively if we have any tater tots, since that's all that sounds good. He says no, but he thinks we have other tater products. "Not tot form, though?" I ask?
I take a long-ass nap after work, and when I get up, The Boy is peeling and chopping taters, having looked on the interbunny for a tater tot recipe. He's currently making me tater tots while I watch Lost.
God, I love him.
I'm also baking an apple pie for tomorrow (Pi Day). It has a pi symbol on top made out of pie crust.
*(I'm pretty sure I have an ulcer. I've been having stabby stomach pains for about 2 months, and I'm going to see my doctor for it tomorrow.)
The Boy is peeling and chopping taters, having looked on the interbunny for a tater tot recipe. He's currently making me tater tots while I watch Lost.
Aww.
Today, I once again discovered that the plan of "It's getting late, I'm almost done with this, and I'm tired, so I'll go to bed and get up early tomorrow to finish it" doesn't actually work.
Eep, hope if it's an ulcer it's a "here's antibiotics, drink some extra milk for a while" kind, and not anything worse!
Is this the Idaho and NorCal job, meara?
Nope, this is a job that was advertised as some regional travel, but now might be some Seattle, some LA, and some...Tennessee??? Um, right. Whatever.
Anyone here worked as an independent contractor? I know nothing of the requirements for accounting and tax deductions and the like--got a suggestion of a place to start?
Delicious, delicious geekery.
Homemade tater tots are love.
I had no idea that it was possible to make tater tots from scratch.
They are much better when made from potatoes.
