That's ridic, JZ.
Boo, shrimp allergy!
Must be the night for hot food, because my pork carnitas tonight were pretty spicy. Mostly because I forgot the SO had made this batch of salsa hotter for our guest, and I added my adobo as a rub. Anyway. Hot. But very tasty.
I pulled the trigger on the casita, yay vacation! And not a craptacular non-break like our furlough turned out to be. (This is actually because of that; we met with the sponsoring church during the worst part of that trip. We didn't ask for this, but apparently he went back and said, dudes, let's send them on vacation.)
Cutiepie dog!
Supergiant amphipods, wow!
Boo on shrimp allergy because shrimp tacos are divine.
Yay casita vacation!
My dinner is not hot and spicy, it is chicken and potatoes and broccoli, not much in the way of seasoning added. But nom.
The snow is a-falling. School district just called tomorrow as a snow day.
My dinner was lacking. As in I just realized I didn't fix dinner. Ooops.
Okay, the word casita is really distracting.
Okay, the word casita is really distracting.
Ah ha ha! It's not even my fandom, yet I snicker.
ita !, you Mary Sue, you!
Yay vacation!
I finally got around to calling the people who cleaned the house before roomie came (and Tom visited!). Unfortunately, it's been long enough that they'd require a full clean first, again, before it went to monthly less-expensive cleaning. Must decide how to present this to roomie. I figure I should probably pay more, as I have slightly more of the house, but the main areas we want cleaned are the kitchen/living room/bathrooms, and that's equal. So...hmm.
you Mary Sue, you!
I did it with Spike, this is only natural.
The guy who sold me my car was named Cas(s). I took that as a sign. From above. He gripped me tight and raised me from public transportation.
Good things can happen to me.
Not for nothing, last time someone looked at me like that, I got a car.
Speaking of the car (and no longer Show), I'm really enjoying it. Unless it plans to go out with a bang, I think I can handle the slow decline into actual decrepitude as age creeps up on it. But, for now, it responds. Because of the extremely limited way (in which) I (like to) to drive, I hate driving most cars. It's a precise resistance of the steering wheel, bounce back of the pedals, and leap forward upon acceleration. Because otherwise I'm at a loss, and I'm never sure I'm going to end up reaching where I'm trying to go to. Or when.
Basically, I want to drive my new Jetta V6 on the streets and highways of Michigan with no snow. Forever. Except I don't want to ever go back to Michigan, and the V6 is a thing of the past...::sigh:: sob story.
Heh. cas/ita !
I'm glad you're enjoying your new car. We are enjoying our new car. In fact, I was so glad today when it started letting loose with the snow that the SO was in the Pilot and I didn't have to worry about him getting home. He did cancel his last lesson because visibility was, like, nil.
But I have nowhere to go tomorrow, and the SO split a full rick of wood, plus he restacked the deck log rack, so I am perfectly content to have snow.
