Does anyone remember Matilda Bay?

Oh lord. I was trying to remember the name of that one.

Wow, Fred, that's heavy. continuing -ma for Egypt.

Mubarak is too brown for today's GOP, but being a cranky old militarist stuck in the past...well, I hear Kyl isn't running again. HM and John McCain should get together and go bowling/yelling at clouds. ION, the Treme soundtrack may be the Best CD In The world

Hrmph. I've gotten in the habit of making a fritata for my weekend breakfasts, the past couple weeks. If I make it Thursday night, I can eat it Fri/Sat/Sun. And the last couple I made were super yum. But the one I made last night? Not amazing. I thought butternut squash would be awesome! And it's...not.

I thought butternut squash would be awesome! And it's...not.

Was it too soft? It doesn't have a really strong flavor for a frittata.

I try to use stronger flavored vegetables which will contrast with the mellow egginess. So I do asparagus a lot. Roasted peppers. Strong cheeses.

Mubarak kept saying he wanted to die and and be buried in Egypt. I guess when the prospect became immediate he changed his mind.

Frittata has totally become my brunch go to. I like sundried tomatoes in them.

Was it too soft? It doesn't have a really strong flavor for a frittata.

Well, previously I was using potatoes, a little pepper and onion (came with the potatoes), and broccoli and cauliflower. I think part of it was that the stuff I used this time was unseasoned, so it was a little more bland (and I forgot to put in the paprika! I used squash and a different broccoli/cauliflower mix). I should've used the asparagus I bought, it's true.

Oops. I thought the insulation installation was done yesterday, so i slept in. Nay, i reveled in my clean sheets and squeaky clean bedroom. I woke up repeatedly throughout the morning and told my brain to shove it and went back to sleep.

When i finally got up at 9:45...turns out the insulation guys have been waiting on my front porch since 9am. They still have three more days of work to do in the attic. *gulp* Ooops. Sorry about that. Cats locked up in the guest room today for i do not wish to wash my sheets AGAIN after three more days of terrified Nico burrowed in my bed.

I think today's lunch is just going to be a hotdog. I'm getting a bit tired of grilled chicken with salsa (my fallback at the cafeteria when nothing else appeals).

Mubarak kept saying he wanted to die and and be buried in Egypt. I guess when the prospect became immediate he changed his mind.

When he made that statement, it sounded to me like a dare. Seriously. And I expected him to be taken out -- as in killed, not escorted to the door -- before the weekend was over.

I guess even a delusional dictator can exhibit common sense once in a while.