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I'm having my 3rd coffee + brunch down at the village. In an hour the library will open and I'll go write/work there till about 5. Then home to make dinner, do some laundry, #bunnies and Netflix.
This morning, I was getting ready to go out. I showered, brushed, found my flip-flops, put on a shirt, grabbed my wallet, keys and phone. And when I opened the front door, I realized I wasn't wearing any pants.
Doing okay. About to heat up some garlicky cumin-y Cubano black bean soup and rice fried with onions and red peppers and then some chicken breast cooked with lime and cilantro and then I'm off to make some fresh tortillas from scratch. Workin' on my Mexican baby tummy, oh yeah.
garlicky cumin-y Cubano black bean soup and rice fried with onions and red peppers and then some chicken breast cooked with lime and cilantro and then I'm off to make some fresh tortillas from scratch
You've neglected something important here.
(MonkeyButter, twice this past week I left the house and was halfway to my destination when I realized I was still wearing my slippers. Which are not in any way outdoor- or work-appropriate.)
I am doing fine. It rained yesterday, which is weird for California in the summer, and it left the air all soft and the sky all blue and the clouds all fluffy. Soon I will go buy vegetables for a vegetable gratin and a tri-tip that ikkyu2 will roast, and I will put the beans on for cooking. Right now I'm just relaxing. It's nice.
Decently. I just made marshmallows but I've learned that this weird container of crap that my mother bought me and told me was for sauces and gravies isn't cornstarch. And I need cornstarch. Argh.
I have to check to see if my carrots are going to go bad this week so I can figure out if I need to cook them for lunches or if they can wait a week.
Pretty damn fine. Today's our last full day in Vegas, and can I say, I really like Vegas. It's the little things, like the jingly sounds of slot machines, and someone making your bed for you every day, and chatting with strangers, and, of course, the buffets (Jon has buffet belly -- it rivals mine!). We could easily stay a month, though, if our wallets allowed.
We saw O last night, which was very cool, and I won $40 on slots, which I'll probably lose before we leave. Jon's become addicted to video poker; we may have to get one for our living room. He's playing now in this snazzy lounge, and I'm here on the leather couch sipping seltzer (high roller that I am).
I made French toast for breakfast, and went grocery shopping, and recorded vocals for a song. I also got some email chores done that I'd been putting off. And now for dinner and the actual work that I've been putting off all weekend.
I just woke up and I'm still exhausted. There's no damn coffee in the house and the stupid store doesn't open for another 2 hours. I have about 5 million things to in the next 18 hours before I might be able to crash out again.
I woke up way too early, got laundry done, mowed the lawn, met the neighbor, and put stuff back into the pantry. (Some friends of mine came over Friday and modded it so that the shelves slide in and out!)
I've only left the house once since Friday, which concerns me a little.
It's been a decent day. The mister made breakfast and then we got busy on getting stuff ready house-wise for the Monday-Wednesday hazmat visit. We're pretty much done as done can be at this point. We also are getting ourselves ready to decamp Monday morning to a hotel for three days. L'hotel has a pool and I *gasp* even bought a bathing suit.
The mister is currently making bacon and tomato sammiches and then we're going to play WoW for a bit.
Woke up early (see other thread). Still had to drive two cities over to see my dad at the nursing home we can't afford and aren't yet eligible for federal aid for. He can seem surprisingly lucid and then say something completely nonsensical. We have nobody who can care for him at home and if he were home he would be all in our faces about money every day. I have no idea how we're going to solve this and I can't think about it right now anyway.
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