Hot damn, taking bits and bobs of leftovers and putting them on warm corn tortillas makes for some pretty good tacos. Especially when you can put some fresh avocado and good salsa on top.

(Leftovers: last bits of baked chicken, Rice A Roni, black bean veggie chili with corn.)

And then I'll need to get past Hubby's phobia about "giving away good stuff to people we don't know." Issues. we have them.

Tim's thing is "But I could NEED that some day!" Never mind the fact that we are both employed and could just purchase the theoretical thing, if the theoretical day ever comes to pass that he does actually need it.

It's frustrating, to say the least. (Of course, I have my own issues, and feel like I don't have the right to suggest getting rid of things, since it's his house and I'm only his girlfriend. As if being his wife would suddenly magically change things. I know it wouldn't, but I let it be an excuse so I don't have to be That Girlfriend who tells her boyfriend what to do in his own house.) (I know it's "our" house now, after nearly 5 years of me living here, but, as I said, I let it be "his" house when I want to use it as an excuse.)

(Issues, we all haz them.) (Along with an attic full of crap.)

Unrelatedly, I am hungover as BALLS. I forgot my head could do this.

In my defense, that was really good rum.

Okay, I got my ticket home bought for my sister's birthday. I only have one extra day to spend with my parents, a day my sister will spend doing airport runs, but I'm lucky I'm getting any time off then at all. And, of course, my extra day tacked on the end to do an ER visit before getting back into the office.

Man, I am really groggy today.

I totally got the benefit of my cousin's packrat tendencies when she gave me boxes last night -- they've lived in that house for years, and her husband was busting on her for keeping them. But now I'm happy about it!

Okay--looking at the makeup sequence for this brilliant Joker cosplay, I feel even more impressed and flummoxed. There's magic happening somewhere in there, dammit. How do his eyes do that? And then his lips? I know you're going to say makeup, but--insufficient!

One of the good things I've created out of my packrat tendencies is that I always have stuff to put in the Bags Of Mystery! that I now sell at vending events.

Thank you, everyone who encouraged me to bid on the pink Bauhaus single. I won it! Now to wait for it to show up in the mail.

I have been making the lists. I have a chore list for everyone in the house (the house, it is a mess, but the arm is better so we must Clean All the Things) and a grocery list.

The grocery list was kind of hard, between it being gross-hot and having the kiddo and husbands food prefs to work around. I would be perfectly happy eating cold pasta salad and cold cereal and cold tabbouleh with hummus and veggies all summer, but neither of them like cold pasta salad -- a texture issue. WHAT? Crazy...

Ugh. And I just slapped on some oldish Bobbi Brown gloss to head to the grocery in a few, and while I LOVE the look and color, I forgot why I rarely use it. It is STICKY gloss. I already have a cat hair stuck in it. I much prefer Smashbox gloss. Ptui!

ita !, what does your sister like? Books, jewelry, home stuff, booze, fancy bits to eat? Perfume? Skin care? Lingerie? Ooh, bamboo nightgowns or PJs! Perfect for anyone. So soft and comfortable, and pretty.

ita !, what does your sister like?

Uh, stuff? I just don't know what's appropriate after spending hundreds of dollars to fly down and stay in the villa--I'm assuming that you go heavily personal and sentimental at this point, if you go anything at all. And I can't think of *shit*.

And I don't know if anyone else is getting her anything--I'd hate to be the only one, and make people look bad (but I'd totally understand if they couldn't afford anything more at this point) or be the only one not doing something--or you know. It's a whole bunch of diametric opposites going on. It would be nice if our family had clearer rules for destination decade birthday parties--we've had a destination 40th (NY) and 50th (JA) and the people throwing the parties were way richer than us anyway, and not the sort of people we'd get anything sentimental for--so it doesn't help.

I have, I think for the first time in ever, managed to run out of full size Brita filters. It's discomfiting. I filled everything before I threw the last one away, sure I had another stashed somewhere, so tea was ready to brew and water was ready to fizz, but...however did I let this sorry state of affairs become me? I am disappointed in myself.

allergies so bad this week! It was a common complaint at church, lots of people bothered. I am trying to make some real headway in cleaning the house, but it is HOT and I get tired and sweaty before long. Mac has his friends over now, so that part of the house is best left alone, which means I could get the bedrooms and front all vacuumed. Possibly sheets changed. Possibly photo vintage stuff for Holly and/or things for ebay. more than enough.