I think a frittata is first cooked on the stove and then put in the oven, while a quiche is just baked.

Frittata's can be cooked in the oven too, but they tend not to have milk or cream in them.

Well, I'm pretty sure that a frittata doesn't have a crust.

These dishes - frittatas, quiches, tortillas - they're all kind of cousins, aren't they?

and I'm all about first world problems.

Power going out is more typically a third world problem.

Today, we took out the wooden rods which were original to the 1938-era closet and replaced them with metal ones. They were too thick for modern hangers, so once you managed to jam a hanger on them, you could not slide it back and forth at all. Pulling empty hangers off the rod sometimes demanded both hands.

After we finished, the DH and I marveled at our new freedom move stuff back and forth. It cost about $75 for the whole closet and is fabulous--don't know why it took us three years to fix it.

Did you save the originals!?

And oh, that reminds me: Station wagon love!

Blah. Blahdeedahdeedah. I am in a funk. Wherefore, funk?

OMG. I have new neighbors in the apartment building next door. Yesterday they seemed to be having a food-cooking party--lots of loudness and a big huge pot of something over an open flame on the balcony. Er.

And now they are CRANKING the music. It's only been on 30 seconds and I"m about to open the window and scream at them (note: that's how loud I can hear it with the windows CLOSED). This does not bode well.

Oh, Lord. We have a friend who is in New Relationship Frenzy (or whatever it's called), and it is driving me BATSHIT.

This dude really deserves to be happy, because his last relationship ended really badly, with his ex taking off in the middle of the night to Texas (this after a fistfight for reals -- his ex used to be a wrestler, and he made the mistake of saying to her during an argument, "If you want to hit me, then hit me!" I asked him, "So what did you learn from that?") and doing all kinds of shifty stuff with their bank account.

So I really am glad to see him with a new girlfriend who makes him so happy (and by all accounts, he makes her very happy). But he's so totally in the New! Shiny! part of the relationship that it's all he talks about. Ever. In person, online, texts -- she is the only topic right now.

And I get it. For me to complain about someone talking about their relationship is HUGE hypocrisy. But...it's so annoying! I think it's the frequency with which he talks about her. Like, 10 Facebook posts a day, minimum. And I'm at the point of, Dude, we get it, you HAVE A WOMAN.

Again, since I'm pretty sure I'm Public Enemy #1 Offender in the My Sweetie Like Carrots category, I have no room to complain. But I like to think I mix it up a little. For instance, sometimes I complain about my job. (Which is why I am SO GODDAMN FASCINATING.)

(or whatever it's called)

Bob Likes Carrots. Or, Limerance.