I have done a modest amount -- one load of laundry, vacuumed, made chili. I'll probably half-ass the bathroom at some point.
Willow ,'The Killer In Me'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm still kinda shocked at my day. Especially the morning part. I've slowed a bit, washed the dress. Going through the pictures I took.
So I'm mainlining Bones season 1 right now. And mostly, I really really like it, but every so often, I just want to tell Tempe to shut her face.
My current problem is that as I was making the chili, I looked through my freezer, and now even though I should eat either the chili or a nice salad, all I want is tater tots! Which I have in the freezer. Maybe tots and salad.
Tots and chili sounds good.
Tots and chili sounds good.
I've served my chili over tots. It's good! Top with cheese and onions - woo hoo.
That would be good, but more than I really feel like. And I have GOT to eat my produce.
I got some boutique tomato sauce -- termed a Red Gravy -- at the Central Square Farmer's Market. It's like what Tomato Heaven must taste like.
Announcement: I just went for a little tiny walk around my neighborhood.
Analysis: Holy crap am I out of shape.
Yesterday's farmer's market yeild - Pumpkin Butter, Strawberry-Rhubarb preserves, Blackbeary Juice (yes, spelled that way), and fresh made crepes (Kelly had Nutella-strawberry, I had Nutella-banana, and CJ had cheese-bacon). Oh, and after 4 weeks, I finally gave in and got some kettle corn.