Glad for stability, Jilli, and I hope for much more improvement soon.

Congrats on the quick recovery, sarameg, that's amazing!

Funny how I find the guys wearing just shirts more risque than the completely naked guys. I don't know what to think about the horse.

I think what I think of tramp-stamp guy with horse is... yeah. Just. Huh. Yeah.

But then I'm almost equally confused by the commenters who are all "they're way too beefy." Hello, rugby? Have you met it?

Continued ~ma for the mother of Reason

Lots of ~ma for Jilli's mom.

Mmm, rugby. Mmmm.

Hey, hivemind, anybody got a link to that supertasty spaghetti sauce that's go massive amounts of butter or whatever?

One can San Marzanno tomatoes, one onion halved, four tablespoons butter. Simmer forty-five minutes. Discard onion halves.

Here, smonster: [link]

By which I mean, no, I don't have a link but I know the recipe.

Continued thoughts for your mom, Jilli.

My sis is in town and she helped me pick up a wooden bookshelf I ordered from Sears. Good thing. It was twice as wide and three times as heavy as I thought it would be. And that's as a flatpack. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to put it together by myself.

Confession: Until JUST NOW, I thought Charles and Ray Eames were brothers. The TV tells me they were husband and wife.

I was saddened to learn (via one of my secret santa presents from Scola) that my "imported" San Marzano tomatoes are, in fact, domestically produced.

Thanks, y'all!