After so many years, I finally figured out something fundamental about Hbubby and me. I am an introvert, I dislike going out on short notice with people or having to chatter with people. But I love crowds. Hubby is a social butterfly, get him in a group of kindred spirits and he'll talk for hours. But he hates crowds.

I love being part of an anonymous, energetic crowd. I can watch the show, judge with anonymous impunity, feel proud of myself for navigating the chaos. I'm not sure why he hates crowds. I think it's because he gets so frustrated at the stupidity of the mob.

(We had lunch at In and Out, which was packed. He was quietly going nuts while I was watching the floor show of people.)

After a leisurely breakfast, I went out for a long walk this morning and then went grocery shopping. The cold makes it perfect lasagna weather, and I figured I could use kale instead of spinach if I parboiled it first. When I got to checkout the clerk went into raptures over my kale choice (it's his favorite--I never met anyone with a favorite kale before). He then recommended that I carefully massage the kale with my fingers before gently lowering it into a hot bath. I've seen Loki fangirls sound less enthused about Tom Hiddleston than this man was about my kale. Now I'm afraid my lasagna will be a let down for it.

Heh. Ran into this. Could be hoax, but hilarious anyway. Billytea may especially appreciate it. [link]

Hee. Edit: That was originally for Calli, but applies to Typo's link as well.

So, even I would have predicted that my wall patches would look crappy, and they do, but what I had not thought about was how bad the fresh white paint makes the other old "whites" look -- the door, tiles, etc. So now I have to think about what color to actually paint it, and also decide if I'm going to take my mother up on her offer to get an actual skim coat put on when she has her bathroom redone in a couple of weeks.

That is a downside to fixing (or spot cleaning or touching up) one thing.

I feel like I should massage and cook (or is that bathe?) my no doubt lesser kale, now. I don't even know what kind it is.

Can kale spas be far behind? Or pre-massaged kale?

I'm not sure I want my vegetables to live in more luxury than I do.

FWIW, I find massaging kale to be unnecessary. But I love kale!

I feel like massaging kale helps make it more tender when I'm using it in a salad.

Bob's making us dinner right now with kale! Pasta with kale and breadcrumbs. He thought he'd gotten the wrong kind because he got lacinato kale and the recipe calls for tuscan. I had to explain that they were the same thing and that it's sometimes it's called dinosaur kale. Who knows why?!

I didn't know people could have favorite types of kale! ...I"m not even sure I knew there were types of kale. Though seeing lisah's post I guess I'd heard of both lacinato and dinosaur. But had no idea what separated them (apparently nothing?). Or if they are different from "regular" kale.

So now I have to think about what color to actually paint it, and also decide if I'm going to take my mother up on her offer to get an actual skim coat put on when she has her bathroom redone in a couple of weeks.

...is there a downside to getting a professional to do it?