When The Cat's Away - Day 2: Sigh
It was just one of those days.
I didn't sleep well, half due to the certainty a burglar was going to break in at any minute to steal my Ben & Jerry's. The other half was due to our cat Cece, who seems to be getting a little senile and therefore insisted on jumping onto the bed (something he's NEVER allowed to do with Bee around) and snotting lightly all over my face several times before pushing under the covers to sleep. For two minutes. Before crawling back out and repeating the process.
I started work on my day's remodeling chore as soon as breakfast was over. All I wanted to do was secure the 2x4 and Hardibacker and cut and lay tile. I knew it would take me several hours of agonizing to get it done . . . and it did. It was all made worse by the fact that Mr. C, naturally, insisted on helping; which means he kept crawling on my back as I was stooped over the tub and he kept blocking my access to the tiles and running off with my measuring tape.
Some days I have the patience to deal with his antics. Today was not one of those days.
However, I got my planned chore done:
But the fun didn't stop there. I decided to try a recipe for mushroom risotto that was in the Cooking Light magazine for which my father, in a fit of well-meaning delusion, sent me a subscription for Christmas. I love risotto, I love mushrooms, and Bee isn't around to look over my shoulder and tell me how I'm cooking wrong, so today's dinner should be win-win-win, right?
Except that, after 50 minutes of stirring mushrooms and rice, I was no longer hungry for the meal (which was crap, anyway), so I just ate cookies instead.
I am pretty proud of my major accomplishment today:
I opened that $3 bottle of white wine all by myself. Ta-DAAAHH!
I am now going to retire with my evening's entertainment:
You'll note how perfectly awful that book looks. One cannot help but question the intelligence of any book that eagerly uses 'Virgin' as a selling-point. I swear I was cringing as I picked it up from the library, and I tried to hide the cover from the librarian as I checked it out. But I really need a good laugh this week, and I think this one will do it for me. Assuming I don't vomit first.
You'll also note there's only (part of) one pint of ice cream left. That's because I ate an entire pint last night at 10 p.m. Because, gosh darn it, there are just too many Ben and Jerry's flavors to be had, and I only have a few more days left in which to sample them all.
I didn't sleep well, half due to the certainty a burglar was going to break in at any minute to steal my Ben & Jerry's. The other half was due to our cat Cece, who seems to be getting a little senile and therefore insisted on jumping onto the bed (something he's NEVER allowed to do with Bee around) and snotting lightly all over my face several times before pushing under the covers to sleep. For two minutes. Before crawling back out and repeating the process.
I started work on my day's remodeling chore as soon as breakfast was over. All I wanted to do was secure the 2x4 and Hardibacker and cut and lay tile. I knew it would take me several hours of agonizing to get it done . . . and it did. It was all made worse by the fact that Mr. C, naturally, insisted on helping; which means he kept crawling on my back as I was stooped over the tub and he kept blocking my access to the tiles and running off with my measuring tape.
Some days I have the patience to deal with his antics. Today was not one of those days.
However, I got my planned chore done:
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| How I will effectively grout it remains to be seen . . . tomorrow, in fact. |
But the fun didn't stop there. I decided to try a recipe for mushroom risotto that was in the Cooking Light magazine for which my father, in a fit of well-meaning delusion, sent me a subscription for Christmas. I love risotto, I love mushrooms, and Bee isn't around to look over my shoulder and tell me how I'm cooking wrong, so today's dinner should be win-win-win, right?
Except that, after 50 minutes of stirring mushrooms and rice, I was no longer hungry for the meal (which was crap, anyway), so I just ate cookies instead.
I am pretty proud of my major accomplishment today:
I opened that $3 bottle of white wine all by myself. Ta-DAAAHH!
I am now going to retire with my evening's entertainment:
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| See the tag line? "From pampered beauty to barbarian's slave" Oooh, fine literature! |
You'll also note there's only (part of) one pint of ice cream left. That's because I ate an entire pint last night at 10 p.m. Because, gosh darn it, there are just too many Ben and Jerry's flavors to be had, and I only have a few more days left in which to sample them all.
Don't feel bad about the Cooking Light recipe. They have some of the hardest recipes to make. They gave up easy for healthy :)-
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