I'm having leftover pizza and leftover cherry pie for breakfast, ignoring the post-birthday disaster in the kitchen and enjoying having the house to myself for a minute.
Willow ,'First Date'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Leftover pizza and pie sounds wonderful, as does having a moment.
Things remain noisy here with construction. But I can maybe see it coming together. Fall temps make for very chilly evenings, but highs have been in the 60s and 70s so I can't complain.
A1 breakfasting, well done Hec!
I should have lunch. all I have lying around handy are protein shakes so at least decision-making won't be too stressful
I have had meetings all fucking day and all fucking week, and the next two days are no better, but I'm going to see Sweeney Todd tonight. People who displease me better hope they don't get made into pies.
My mother is on her way to the rheumatologist to find out what's up with her ankle pain and arthritis. We now have two neighbors helping: One at night and one in the morning.(The one who did the most, M, has another job selling tires, too. )
Yay for Sweeny Todd. Boo for arthritis.
That's all I got for now.
Pretty much what Laura said.
Last night the term “white-knuckling” came into my head. That’s what it feels like, that I (and many, many folks I know) are just white-knuckling it through life right now. Hanging on for dear life and hoping against hope that things will ease up, slow down, maybe even get a little better.
In absolutely not-at-all related news, my car needs all three O2 sensors replaced. It’s fine, I have the money, I’d just like to hold on to some of it.
I'm glad you have helpful neighbors, erikaj. And diagnosis~ma for your mom.
Sweeny Todd sounds like it could be cathartic.
Third time was not the charm for making spinach lasagna at home, more like a Voodoo curse. The same cooking time as before resulted in cheesy tomato Florentine pudding riddled with tough, chewy sheets of half cooked pasta. And it tasted like something had really gone off, not sure if it was the egg I used or the mozzarella cheese (the spinach, ricotta, parmesan, and pasta sauce were bought Tuesday so I'm reasonably sure none of them were the culprits).
On the bright side, I didn't feel like eating anything else after a couple of forkfulls last night, so dinner consisted of that and a side salad. Ruined entrees, the key to dieting!
Matt, the Smitten Kitchen vegetable lasagna is no fail for me [link]