Today we ate delicious fried chicken from Lee’s and I have paid for it all fripping afternoon. I can NOT get rid of the heartburn and I am SICK of it. How many Tums can you chew up before you become a Toxic Tums Tragedy?
We made dinner for Valentine’s and spent the day mostly at the homestead. We did head out to the liquor store to stock up on the very necessary bourbon. This is what we cooked up for V-Day: baked brie (with garlic and almonds), caesar salad with homemade dressing and croutons, cream of asparagus soup with smoked oysters and oysters florentine served over penne. Check out the recipes here.
Yesterday we visited with my sister, her husband and The Niece. The Niece is in a big girl bed now and we had to check that out and we were quite impressed. She and I had some imaginary tea and supped on plastic food. She also made sure I ate one strip of real shredded cheese. I think she is worried I’ll starve. She should take a good look–there’s no starving going on here.
I am entirely aware that all my knowledge about the Constitution is from my 12th grade Government class. My question is this: Isn’t the Constitution’s sole purpose to protect the rights of citizens of this country? Why would anyone vote for a constitutional amendment denying rights to a population of this country?
I saw a half-dozen P*achtree S*ttlement lump sum commercials this afternoon. Here’s my advice to you: if they can’t get the whole “you, yours, you’re” thing right in their tee-vee ads, then I don’t think you should hand over your financial future to them.
Tonight we’re going to have dinner at The Kitchen Table. It is fairly new and it is all organic as far as I remember from the write-up. We’re picking the better-half’s aunt up at her hotel on the way there. She’s in town while the VA General Assembly is in-session.
I’m hoping for something in the seafood category and I’m hoping dinner is delicious since I’m as hungry as an ox–which the better-half thinks is a riff on Duran Duran. Actually, I would like to just graze and graze this afternoon. I’m not sure why since I ate a sensible lunch.
Speaking of sensible, my boss and I walked over to the Carpenter Center at lunch today so I could buy John Prine tickets (and not pay the Ticketmaster fees). The tickets have been on sale for a week and the show is on its way to being sold out. The bonus? Leon Redbone is opening. He is quite talented and cracked me up the last time we saw him–he’s got some mean shadow puppet moves.
It is February 10th. I am wearing a short-sleeved polo shirt and my sweater is thrown on the side chair and my jacket is hung on the cube wall. The window in the better-half’s office is wide open and the breeze flowing in to me is wonderful.
Again, I tell you it is February 10th–this is madness.
As we were sitting down to dinner the other night, we thought perhaps there was a minor scuffle but couldn’t tell if it was a scuffle or the blind cat running into something. He does that; being blind and all. Then we watched our enormous cat trot into the dining room and sit directly under the table. We could tell something was up. The blind cat came into the room shortly thereafter and started his long forlorn meow. That long forlorn meow means he’s looking for someone–sometimes it is me but that night he was looking for the fatty.
We ratted out the fatty but, of course, blind boy couldn’t find him and fatty wasn’t about to answer with a meow of his own (for years blind boy beat on fatty but then blind boy got blind and fatty got fat and revenge-seeking). They finally left the room and a slight cuffing went on in the hallway.
Last night I woke up as the better-half came to bed and couldn’t get back to sleep so I took my pillow and a book to the sofa. Both cats were sleeping and when I turned on the light, fatty looked disgusted and blind boy just woke up. I laid down on the sofa and tried to contort my legs around where they were. A scuffle ensued because not only was fatty having to share a cushion with the blind boy but he was now sharing the couch with me. It was all too much in his kitty kingdom.
Not one but two fights erupted over who was going to stay on the cushion and I was fairly proud of blind boy because he triumphed and fatty ran off.
Of course, later, blind boy gorged himself at the trough and then puked in the hallway and downstairs. With that puking session, I decided to stay on the sofa for the rest of the night rather than a) navigate back down the hallway without putting a bare foot in something gross or b) turn on the hall light and clean up puke at 3am.
Senator from NC, quit calling my house–3 phone calls in 2 days is not really endearing you to me. One more and I’m going to start thinking of you as a stalker.
This morning I cleaned the house which needed cleaning in the worse kind of way. I actually got out the dust mop and I’m amazed how many dust bunnies can move in and procreate in just a few weeks time. After cleaning I decided to change the vacuum cleaner bag. I think if you have to pull a plug of junk out of the hose that it is time to change the bag. We have a Hoover wind tunnel upright vac and its days are numbered. The better-half already hates it so there will be no arguing when the time comes. I spent a good 10 minutes trying to change the bag. It isn’t the first time I’ve done it–we’ve had the gosh darn thing for years–but every time I end up cursing the vac and vowing to destroy it. Today I decided that when our floors are refinished and the basement is livable we’re getting one of these.
Ok, I thought it was over-the-top that anything on regular tee-vee should include J*net’s naked boob–please that’s what cable is for—but this is worse.
