Chicken French is floured boneless chicken breasts with lemon and white wine. there is also "artichokes french". I think it is a lot like chicken piccata. Weirdly, it seems to be an Italian dish....

I've bought all the stuff Liese, but it would still be helping, since my budget didn't really allow for that expense. We do not sign the gifts, they are to be from the inmate relative.

meara, can you set up autopayments for the mortgage? That's what I have, and it's great.

Cookie dough made up and chilling overnight.

I need to weatherstrip a door. Wind is blowing hard and it is definitely drafty (it was before, but could not weatherstrip because then it wouldn't shut. Now that it's been fixed, I can put in extra.)

Chicken French is floured boneless chicken breasts with lemon and white wine.

I've seen that as Chicken Francaise. When I was a kid, I'd get that a lot from an Italian restaurant nearby.

Since the tree is in the least put together room in the house, I now feel the need to tidy the room up. It is also the room with my desk, so paper paper everywhere. I am entering in more cash receipts so I can toss them and that will eliminate a substantial amount of the clutter.

Tonight: enter receipts, hang up coat, move lamp to corner, de-clutter desk top.

Sticking with the WW for now so I had a pear with a babybel and a pb & banana s'wich. Planning on finishing To the Lighthouse for onerous Wednesday. And it does sound like chicken piccata.

aurelia, for veggies - you can add a cup or so of raw spinach to your carnation breakfast. 30 seconds in the blender and you're good to go. I have a vanilla shake that I drink on the weekends and although it turns the shake green, I can't even taste the spinach.

I asked him why she didn't sign for the package, and he said that the lights were out and the door was locked.

Wow. Massive FAIL! Kids these days.

I'm finally feeling mostly better after almost three weeks of being sick. And the hole in my mouth from a root extraction last week is healing nicely. I swear, the last couple months of the year always try to kick my ass, so I've come to expect this nonsense.

In good news, though, I'm now out of the boring domestic beer business and learning the export side as the Puerto Rico analyst. New stuff! Yay!

So I have this old friend who I used to tease about her over-the-top xmas decorating. Then she got married and moved away. And now she's chiding her husband that once she can read by the light of the outdoor displays, it is enough. I find this hilarious. He'd do well on 34th street. Has penguins and polar bears and animatronic deer and baubles and trees and santas and and and. He's not done. It's crazy!

Really hoping this is nowhere near any of our California-istas!!

Now authorities face the risky task of getting rid of the explosives. The property is so dangerous and volatile that that they have no choice but to burn the home to the ground this week in a highly controlled operation involving dozens of firefighters, scientists and hazardous material and pollution experts.

I have to share this: [link] in the xmas parade. I was NOT the one who started making plushie jokes. Though I thought it, thanks to y'all.