8:05 am: Today I will finish painting the hallway. I must get it done this weekend because style-conscious relatives will be coming in town next week, and I don’t want them dissing my home behind its back. I feel refreshed from a full night’s sleep and confident I’m up to the task.
8:08 am: I pour myself a large cup of coffee. I race back to my bedroom with the coffee and jump back into bed and under the covers.
8:35 am: Shocking realization: the reason Ernest and Calliope are so attentive when I approach their cage is because they’re plotting their escape.
8:36 am: I rush into the bathroom, grab all the old paintbrushes, toss them into the trash, then jump back into bed and under the covers.
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Borrows picture of warm beach from davidmacd.com for frozen biscuit:
::sniffle:: Why is it so cold! ::shakes fist at skies::
I blame it on Canada.
8:54 am: A shocking realization: I have to venture out of the house to get carrots for the dogs.
and new paintbrushes. You need new cheap paintbrushes.
Oh yea, I do, don’t I?
My, it seems you are up to your old ways, dearest biscuit – rushing around and then diving back to the security and warmth under the covers.
Perhaps you could take just one day to rest and recoup? The paintbrushes and Lowe’s will be there for you, whatever day you decide to complete painting the trim. The dogs will forgive you for the lack of carrots, and would happily accept another treat, I’m sure. They are very loving creatures, aren’t they?
The dogs would never forgive me for lack of carrots! At the least, they would devil me to the ends of the earth, demanding carrots!
Carrot Bearer for the Dogs is an immense burden — my albatross! — but one I bear with grace and dignity when I’m not in bed under the covers.
9:49 am: The urgency of my mission is driven home when I discover the pipe insulation once stored safely on top of a high shelf is now halfway out the dog door.
9:53 am: I concoct a list of necessary items and activities for my journey into the cold outerworld:
naval jelly
carrots
cheap paint brushes
a nice roasting chicken
olives
garlic
pecans
oranges
apples
white vinegar
molasses
sweet onions
sweet potatoes
Greek yogurt
earring hooks
a copy of “For Indigenous Eyes Only”
some nice greens
9:56 am: I throw on some clothes and race out of the house.
10:07 am: I make it as far as the front porch when I remember I am out of garam masala. I immediately plunder Indian food blogs and find a perfect recipe at Art of Indian Cooking:
10:09 am: I race back out the front door, hopeful puppy dogs at my heels.
Oh, dear…I just found out that there is a new season of “Top Chef” on Bravo Channel.
I’m hooked. I don’t like watching the fighting and the squabbles, and I am definitely NOT impressed with the stacked-up, foo-foo high dollar restaurant presentations, but I love watching the cooks think through and create their dishes!
One of my guilty pleasures is hearing the snarky/sarcastic commentary the judges make.
There are a couple of really cute straight guys to lust over this season…Yum!
Oh really. Cute guys? That might be reason enough to subscribe to Bravo for me.
11:56 am: I return from my outing, counting among my bounty two small sweet potato pies and some heavy whipping cream. I pause for a moment to consider the implications for my health, then race into the kitchen, pull the tiny sweet potato pies out, and warm them while making jet black high octane coffee, then pour the luscious beautiful thick whipping cream over the pies.
Biscuit – as the cyber-doc of Politicook.net, I can tell you without reservation that little sweet potato pies with heavy whipping cream over them, especially when consumed with high-octane coffee are especially healthful for biscuits who rush around doing home maintenance.
Now you’ve got me ready to head out to Whole Foods to see what sort of truly healthful desserts they may have there.
On Monday, fried pies made by local kids for their group will be arriving.
The sweet pot pies were yummy, btw!
12:32 pm: Fighting back my stomach’s urge to explode, I get my painting clothes on, pour another cup of jet black high-octane coffee and click on TalkLeft to see what the damned football hooligans over there are up to now.
1:04 pm: My eyes still burning from the sight of football hooligans calling each other “pantie waists” (the horror!) doing “male fertility dances,” I begin painting.
2:33 pm: I race through house, gather up all the dishes, and throw them into the dishwasher.
2:34 pm: I catch the Moose Boy (the large lab) curled up on my bed snorting while watching Armageddon.
3:33 pm: After racing out to the car barefooted to retrieve a cornhusk doll given to me yesterday, I begin contemplating dinner. Dinner will involve my lovely little roasting chicken liberally coated with a freshly made garam masala and roasted with tomato sauce, lots of garlic and that still undefined missing ingredient I can’t seem to remember.
3:34 pm: Although I suddenly remember a fab potato recipe I saw over at Art of Indian Cooking which reminded me of a Maddhur Jaffrey recipe I corrupted horribly that was so far beyond yummy, it verged on the celestial.
3:37 pm: Damn! I forgot turmeric, and I’m out of it!
3:45 pm: omg, it was at Quick Indian Cooking:
I will make this tomorrow and have it for lunch for the 2 (TWO!) days I’m at work next week.
3:48 pm: Shit. The Houndie Grrrl is acting suspiciously like she’s wormy, which calls for a dose of Panacur ASAP. Looks like I’ll be visiting a feed store tomorrow a.m.
3:42 pm: Although if I’m forced to venture from the warmth of my home to buy wormer, I might as well buy some turmeric while I’m at it.
4:00 pm: I count my lucky stars I can even consider buying wormer and turmeric.
4:48 pm: Between pouring baking soda and vinegar down all the drains, and carrying empty boxes to the car to give to someone who wants them on Monday, I contemplate beginning a “Live-blogging Leviticus” series.
4:49 pm: I decide I will indeed live-blog Leviticus, undeterred by the fact I have little to no idea what this means.
Leviticus?
Leviticus. I will reveal mu plans in The Lounge.
Suffice it to say, I am pure evil!
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