"Well, if you really want more detail . . ." thump

Speaking of lunch, I had yummy yummy Korean bib-bam-bip. With all the sides. I took the leftovers home, but I had to stop a few places, and now my car smells of fish cakes. Erm.

-t, I have a couple tennis ball sized balls that I toss in the dryer and I get a notable increase in efficiency due to better air circulation during the load. Probably can't hurt.

TJ's spinach and kale pie for dinner. nom. so rich though.

I hate winter. Especially in an old house. Surest thing to trigger an asthma attack for me is going too quickly between breathing warm air and breathing cold air, and right now, I think there's at least a 30 degree different in temperature just in different parts of my living room.

So far my lunch is animal crackers. Which I had to confiscate from the cat who was standing on the table with her head in the bag scooping them out. Most landing on the floor where her accomplice awaited to Hoover them up.

Well, they are called animal crackers.

I was totally creeped out by an ATM wishing me a happy birthday.

Hooray, the soup that I left simmering on the stove while I was at work (unintentionally, I meant to bring it to a boil when I woke up and let it cool down all day but I didn't turn the burner all the way off)

I accidentally left a cast iron pot of apple butter on the stove overnight once. I actually checked, but the flame was so low I didn't see it.

It never did burn, and the house smelled amazing when I woke up. But the half inch layer of marble-hard apple caramel that was all that remained in the pot resisted every caustic substance and make-shift chisel I could come up with. And I tried for three weeks. Finally had to toss the pot.

What a sad story, brenda! You lost the pot and no one got to eat that undoubtedly amazing apple caramel.

I think I have a tennis ball sitting on the dryer for just such a purpose. And it's been 20 minutes, so time to go look...

I ruined a pot due to events that I shall not disclose, found a cheap replacement at Walmart with the bonus of it being orange, only to find that the cashier wouldn't sell it to me due to it being recalled. Phooey.

Also, how do you f*** up a pot? That's like . . . stone age or something.

I'm so happy I'm able to wear real shoes now. I can walk easier, and I can actually do work work, which will help with "leading by example" in terms of slowly guiding the rest of my department into doing what they're supposed to be doing without being a bossy desk jockey.

I was still horrified when the archive intern came in and our intern had her stuff still splayed out all over the shared desk and she left her dirty dish from last week there. I'm still coming up with a strategy of how to tell boss lady that she needs to address that shit. Especially since boss lady is a fucking disrespectful slob herself.

I know we have had to recall pots that had a manufacturing defect such that the glass lids were in danger of shattering when heated. Happens.