Oooh, quiche. OTOH, the baked ziti I just put in the oven smells pretty good too. (It has mushrooms and heavy cream and sausage in it. Is for noms.)

There was a plan for me to go out to dinner with a friend who was supposed to call me today with the time. No call and now I'm sleepy and hungry.

When I was married, I was irritated by the assumption that cleaning was my responsibility and that for my ex to do any cleaning, I had to tell him what to do every single time. He also was a master of strategic helplessness. He couldn't do the dishes because the clean dishes hadn't been put up. He couldn't put up the clean dishes because he didn't know where they went, even after five years of the same cabinet arrangement. If I snapped and told him to figure it out, I'd later spend 15 minutes looking for a cake pan and finally track it down between two skillets. His response: I can't tell the difference. (Note: He was a Georgia Bureau of Investigation agent.)

Wait, Ginger, your exhusband was one of my work study students?

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I have only lived with one man, and it pissed me right off that he thanked me for cleaning. I felt he was trying to manipulate me into doing more (because I am the messy, lazy bum. He thought I would be the socializer, but I am a loner, messy, lazy bm. Given my choice, I would really just lke to lay in bed all day eating bon bons and reading novels).

It turns out that was exactly why he was doing it. He had read "How to Win Friends and Influance People"

Dinner is scrambled eggs and broccoli with melted Jarlsberg cheese. Nom.

I have just put some butter in the freezer.

I think I'll put some butter in the freezer, too. I may not remember it's there until I unearth it the next time I move (whereupon I'll sit there going, "What is this? It's in a butter wrapper, but why would butter be in the freezer?"). Or I may remember Saturday morning, when I'll have time to make eggs for breakfast. We'll see.

oh dear. This just heard on a SoCal newsbreak...

Four nights to go and the big question hanging over Hollywood: Will it rain?

If it does, I sure as hell hope they take care of the red carpet better than the Golden Globes did. I'd be rightly pissed if I spent $$$ on dress, hair and make-up and ended up soaked.

The SO is really good about sharing domestic chores. He does lots of stuff traditionally feminine. And I do masculine stuff too. Like shim doors. Which didn't work. But still, principle of the thing.

Which reminds me! A politician running for Congress here is quoted in the local paper as saying he will bring "principal-based representation" to the people. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt and assuming it's the error of our little paper, but maybe he just really supports the schools. Or possibly his own investments.

Anyway, back to chores. Dave said this morning that he'd make dinner since I made breakfast. But he's not home yet and I'm hungry. There is steak thawing on the counter. Should I hold out for really good dinner that may happen in hours? Or should I eat something far subpar now that is immediate? Besides Thin Mints, I mean, that's a given.

Liese, I have no answer to your meal dilemma but I feel compelled to tell you that your posts are delightful.