The Professor needed the kitchen last night to do some preparation for tonight’s lamb Vindaloo meal. “The cookbook says one hour prep, one hour cooking,” he informed me. We both figured it would take him a little longer. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 5:10 p.m. – I arrive home. The Professor is already in the kitchen. I take that…
is really gawd-awful. Haven’t made up my mind about the series yet, but I believe I may start making it a point to tune in late so I don’t have to hear that John Denver wannabe singing one more time about how it’s “his turn to fly” and how he’s got “faith of the heart”….
I have no idea what it is I’ve caught, but it shows every sign of turning into a bronchitis. Between this and my asthma, these past few days have been miserable. My plan was to wring this illness for all it was worth to obtain sympathy from The Professor. He had a dental appointment after…
Yesterday was uneventful. For a Monday, that is always good news. I began to make arrangements to get an appraisal on my car – I should know by tomorrow how much it’ll cost my company to fix it. Went in late because of this virus thing I caught. Went home early ’cause it was just…
One of my least favorite times of year has rolled around again. If it’s mid-fall, then it must be time for annual United Way campaign. My company is a huge believer in the United Way, and has set an internal goal of $18,000 to be raised here. We’ve all just received the paperwork to pledge….
Had a good weekend for a change. The Prof and I didn’t bicker once, we got a lot of things accomplished, and the Kitten from Hell didn’t break anything. Who could ask for anything more? The great mulligatawny soup experiment from Friday came out quite edible. The Prof and I have vastly different ideas of…
OK, last night I cleaned the dishes in the sink, prepared stew from scratch, made cous cous and salads, set the table, served the meal, cleared off the table, put the food away, cleaned the dishes. Just noting that for the record. Anything else I could say would be the moral equivalent of beating a…
Gotta love it. Here’s a real whisper down the lane: I got this from Fury22’s Diary, who got it from Butterfly1980’s diary, who got it from Nicole80’s diary. I feel like I ought to be Salamander666 or some such name, just to fit in here. Name one person you regret dating/liking: That’s easy. That jackass…
Candle, you made me laugh out loud with you comment regarding clapping hands to startle her. That used to work on KfH, but anymore she doesn’t notice unless the hands are actually within striking distance. Last night I clapped my hands when first I observed her monumental leap, and I swear she thought I was…
The Professor remains determined to pursue his interest in Indian cookery, although this is becoming less and less like a chapter out of Julia Child and more and more like The Quest for the Holy Grail (you are welcome to decide on your own if the Monty Python version is the one I refer to)….