When I was out looking for him, all the OTHER dang neighborhood cats were coming to my calls when I was on the porch.

Oh, that used to happen to me with Pico. Crazy making.

Cats, man. My stupid Homer was trying SO HARD to get the (Irish!) mover guy this morning to love him, it was hilarious.

Oz is like this. He never understands why delivery guys don't stay for a visit.

That's because I don't tell you about the times I make my husband stop for McDonald's.

I know! Dana's food always sounds so great.

I am responsible for my own dinner tonight and therefore have eaten nothing. I'm actually going to do the squash risotto, but it takes work! And I am lazy.

But also hungry.

Dana: evidence that editorial control can make you seem glamorous. Or at least healthy.

I'm also trying to cook a lot this week, while I still have the time.

Has anyone ever noticed that whenever we talk about meals, Dana's are always both good and healthy and home-cooked? I think I want Dana to come to my house and take care of me.

Yes, and yes.

In other food news, there's a Trader Joe's in my new neighborhood!

Man, I miss Trader Joe's. Our dinner was a simple sausage, fideo, and tomato sauce mix. Nothing green. Bad mom.

I had a salad (romaine lettuce, olives, croutons, spicy blue cheese dressing), some left over potatoes au gratin, and white wine.

Dinner is airport-been-sitting potstickers over rice with a vitamin water. Snickers for dessert. On a plane leaving in a moment. Wheeeeeee.

I have pasta shells at home that I can boil and cover in basil tomato sauce, but I am tempted to go the TV dinner route to save time and effort. (And get a vegetable or two, since the only such in my house except for white rice are contained in said TV dinners.)