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.

Hee, java. Thanks for the compliment. My cranky needed the smile. (eta: I had to m-w.com to make sure I should use the i instead of the e. I figure I don't see the error I must surely have made in the post criticizing someone's spelling, so I still have one coming.)

But then he's a bit of a control freak, so I indulge him in areas I'm not so invested in. It makes him happy to see me clean, so I wield the duster like enticing foreplay, glancing coyly at him from the corner of my eye. Hey, 42 years, we figured out what does it for us.

Hey, you've got 42 years. Ain't no one should be questioning how you make it work.

(Awww, H. He's a darling H.)

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

Rain Hits the Southland

Does anyone have a cloning machine perfected?

if MM gets the transporter working, I'm sure the dematerialize section could be turned off, so it just copies, and rematerialize a clone of you.

Do I have a Daniel Radcliffe and Taylor Lautner upstairs, cleaning my house?

Then the answer is no.