I made the sticky rolls, which turned out okay but not, I suspect, awesome. And there are LOTS. I threw a bunch in the freezer, and have bagged some to give to Dad so he can share with his neighbors.

I was watching Enron: the Smartest Guys in the Room on Amazon Prime, but managed to spill a quart of water all over the floor next to the surge protector while I was watering the tree, so everything is unplugged there. In a few minutes I'll start making biscuits for dinner tonight.

I managed to fall while holding onto the fridge door. Now the fridge is three inches further into the kitchen and I can't open the silverware drawer without opening the fridge, and I don't have the strength to shove the fridge back. Oh, the strange quirks one has to live with... One day I'll figure out how to climb onto the roof.

Happy Endings marathon on VH1! For anyone who is interested in weird comedies that are already cancelled....

Quantity has a quality all its own. Good in terms of sticky rolls, and possibly biscuits. Not so good in terms of water near surge protetors.

You have an excellent plan, Lee!

I've been watching old recorded Cooking Channel shows, now I'm watching old recorded science shows. And doing crossword puzzles. Party animal.

ETA: aw, Happy Endings. I never quite fell in love with that show, but it sure had its moments.

Julie - that sounds...special. I hope you didn't hurt yourself.

Dang flaky teenagers - the roster of who is coming tonight is ever changing. Sorry, it is a "dry" party. That is how I roll when it comes to teenagers. Especially when 95% are part of the search and rescue team and I'm the head of the parent group.

Juliebird, I hope you don't have to get on the roof to get the fridge back where it is supposed to be. Dang.

Cats and dog are fed, curtains are drawn, I'm gonna get all crazy with a second glass of wine

Now that I know how to hard-boil eggs, I should do that before all these eggs in the fridge go bad.

Juliebird, I wish I was there to help you move the fridge.

My stupid TiVo is not talking to my computer again. It's been working fine for a month. Argh.

I just cleaned the kitchen because I decided it was good to start the new year in utter chaos. Please not that my Xmas trees are half undecorated and my suitcase from my trip home is still in the living room, so it's just a tiny corner of order.

The only bruises on my are on my inner thigh. Don't know how that worked out, but my bumskie is okay. I'm still kind of reeling over the fact that I could have died via refridgerator. How fucking embarassing.