Now you can buy beer!

Heh. I don't want beer, is the thing.

But... it's beer!

I'm not much of a beer person, really. Although it's awfully convenient -- I have part of a bottle of wine sitting here I'm about to throw out.

Oh, unless You People think it would be OK to cook with -- it's been open on the counter for like a week, so is no longer good to drink.

I'm of the "if you wouldn't drink it, don't cook with it" school.

I've been told that you can cook with wine for maybe a day or so after you'd drink it, but a week seems like too much. (I've heard about people freezing leftover wine in ice cube trays and then using those to cook with, but I've never tried it.)

Ah well.

So I was on the phone with my brother when a kid arrived for a sleepover with D. He got off the phone and called me back under a minute later. In that minute, there'd already been a pillowfight, someone had doffed their pants and D and friend (5 y.o.) and T (11 months) were all in D's bedroom, tearing it apart. I could hear the friend making nice with T, and within 5 more minutes, a fort ("No! A SPACE SHUTTLE!!") was being constructed of the recently deconstructed couch in the livingroom and T had had his first crawling-can't-keep-up-with-running meltdown.

And my SIL is off having a girls night out. I've been a nanny. I know this is how it goes. But I was exhausted just listening to it!

Note to self: When the Thai restaurant puts the word "Spicy" in the title of a dish on their menu, take them at their word. I was lulled into a sense of false security by other dishes being pretty mild when I've ordered them with medium seasoning. This was not mild. drinks another pitcher of water...

Wow, Kathy, what a jackass!

Shoot, I just realized that I had not planned "do my taxes" into my weekend time. Granted, I've DONE them already and just need to make sure I have all the copies and so on that I need, and do them in pen (since I did them in pencil first) and write a check for the one I owe to, but...still.

Try milk instead, Matt.