Have a couple guests for the evening, and I have everyone’s keys locked in the safe, where they will only be available at 9 am after blueberry waffles and strong coffee.
I’m making a standing rib for tonight, with steamed green beans, homemade mashed potatoes with heavy cream and salter butter (sorry, Dr. Marks), and a fresh garden salad, all topped off with cheesecake and coffee. Simple, but decadent, I think, and with enough veggies I don’t feel totally guilty. Although I am writing this before I unleash myself on the cheesecake. The pork and sauerkraut already in the crockpot in the fridge for tomorrow.
I guess I will check in later, although I wonder how many of you will still be able to read.
Oh, and my animals are just sluts. As soon as a guest walks in and sits down, Lily, Rosie, and Steve all get thought bubbles that say “Hrmm, strange“ and then spend the whole night on other people’s laps. Sluts. And catwhore.
Oh, and I was cleaning today, and moved the baker’s rack to clean behind it, and something glass fell and shattered into a million pieces, and I have NO DAMNED IDEA what it was. It broke into so many pieces I couldn’t figure it out. And no, it was not the mustard, but I am positive that in a couple months I will put up a post bitching about how I can’t find xxxx, and we all know damned well that xxxx is what I broke,