Goodness, Tommy. Healing~ma to your dad.

I made a pie today, and then amyth and I watched the first few episodes of Sleepy Hollow. It's been a nice Saturday.

meara, when we make kale salad, we don't massage the kale, but we do make a warm vinaigrette (saute garlic/shallot whatever you have in olive oil, add balsamic vinegar -- but it does spit, so beware), then pour it over the sliced kale. It softens up the leaves because it's hot without needing to fuss. Then I top it with parmesan.

Dagnabbit, I can't get the TV to work. And my remote control is broken also. Woe! Maybe I'll have to go back upstairs to my parents', if I'm not going to be unpacking.... My mother floated the idea of having dinner together more than once a week. I was like, yeah, no. At least partly because I think I'm going to be getting home late from my new job! Which I start in a week and a half. Yikes.

Auburn, WHAT?!

We went to both malls today. Hubby got a new tie and a lightchanging LED bulb to put in the hall. Little things make him happy. He kept pointing out figurines and electronic toys that he thought I would like, but I kept saying, "I have no place to put it" or boring things about bills. He kept looking sadder and sadder as he failed to find prizes to lay at my feet to show his devotion. Halloweed is easier, he finds me nifty stuff with skulls to present to me.

Recovery ~ma for Steph and Bev's H. and tommy's dad! No more holiday injuries or illnesses, everyone, please.

Eek. Yes, good thing the stuff didn't get given away with diamond earrings inside or something!

My stepfather once found a diamond ring that way, for real.

The fam + guest went to the Big Game! I dropped them off and came home for a nap. I caught the end of the game on tv, so I'm happy that sister's BF's team won. But the local team lost badly, so their drive back to this end of town may be fraught with frustrated fools.

I love my family, but I am ready to be alone now. Honestly, I may never be able to live with someone else ever again. I'm moody and impatient and introverted and not real energetic, and I've lived by myself too long to easily accommodate someone else in my space.

Zenkitty, I feel the same way. My few remaining true love fantasies involve a wonderful man living in a house next door.

Oh, my grandmother's earrings are a funny story: She found one of them, and bought another to match AND got her ears pierced! They are little, at any rate.

Honestly, I may never be able to live with someone else ever again. I'm moody and impatient and introverted and not real energetic, and I've lived by myself too long to easily accommodate someone else in my space.

Right there with you. Behind my well-defined boundaries that I control access through, I mean.

My few remaining true love fantasies involve a wonderful man living in a house next door.

I'm married and I still fantasize about this. In my fantasy, he and the kids have a house and I have an apartment over the garage.