I have a problem. An addiction. It crops up when I’m stressed. And when I’m relaxed. When I’m upset, and when I’m elated.
I need chocolate. I crave chocolate. I wish I were one of those people who don’t like chocolate. To be honest, though, I was shocked to learn that those people actually exist. I’m still not sure I believe in them.
But I was talking about me. And chocolate.
Continue reading Basking in chocolatey goodness
There’s a contest going on over at Mama’s Losin’ It! Kat’s giving away all sorts of stuff. I’m hoping to win the Target gift card. You can put your name in the hat once by commenting on the contest blog and again by adding her to your blogroll. And one more time by working a bunch of Kat-specified words into a post on your own blog. Which is what I’m doing here.
For the Love of LOL: A tiny, tiny story that goes nowhere
Shirley stepped out of the shower, grabbed her cell phone and her favorite beige towel and hightailed it to the living room to turn down the stereo.“Hello?” she answered. She wondered briefly why she continued to answer that way, as if the salutation were a question. As if the cell phone hadn’t already told her it was her best friend Maureen on the other end.
“Guess who’s coming to town?” Maureen shrieked. It was a bit early for Maureen’s histrionics, Shirley thought with a sigh.
“I don’t know, Mo,” she said. “Who?”
“Lowell O’Leary and the Lesbian Greyhounds!”
Shirley’s heart skipped a beat. The Greyhounds? In South Nowheresville? Maureen had to be mistaken.
“You’re kidding me, right? Why would they come here?”
“LOL’s grandmother went to high school here, I guess, and they’re doing a benefit show,” Maureen said, “for the Save the Fluke Foundation.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Shirley said as her excitement waned. “Someone’s playing you, Maureen. You’re so gullible.”
“Oh, what do you know?” Maureen said.
“Please don’t bring your epistemology in to this,” she said. “I’m in no mood for a philosophical debate.”
“Whatever, Shirl. Check their MySpace!”
I jotted down this week’s menu at my sister-in-law’s house yesterday, and naturally I left it there. I called this morning to have someone read it to me, and that someone said, “Wow, it’s international week at your house!”
I looked over the menu and realized that she was right — and that “international week” happens pretty regularly here. I’m more inclined to actually make what’s on the menu if it’s something that I’d order if we went out, and my favorite eating-out destinations are Mexican or Chinese restaurants.
Monday: Sweet & Sour Tofu. This one never came to fruition last week, so we’re going to have it tonight.
Tuesday: Mu Shu Chicken with fried rice. I think I’m going to try to cook the chicken in the CrockPot.
Wednesday: Garden Veggie Quesadillas. I had a vegetable quesadilla made with squash and carrots at a Mexican restaurant a few weeks ago, and it was great. We’re going to try to re-create it.
Thursday: Oven-Baked Chicken. At least some of these will be in nugget format for Poppy.
Friday: Pizza. Probably. I haven’t quite decided.