It seems as if this has been the week, or two weeks for medical disasters. I was feeling kind of annoyed that I was going to have to take care of Mark (it *is* all about me, isn't it?). I was having a lovely Pity Party. There I was, visiting with my issues and whining. And then Tim posted about Lisa. And Gooz posted about Susan. And I found out that the five year old son of someone I like very much was being operated on for a brain tumor this morning. I think I've adjusted my point of view. Life might be stressful, and kind of boring, and demanding, but we're all alive and pretty healthy. The old commercial really is right: if you have your health, you're okay. It helps to have a fuzzy dog or a winsome grandchild, too.
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Carolbabe AND my new puppy
Carolbabe AND my new puppy are up keeping Mark company. I had to make
MY OWN DINNER!!!
So quitcherbitchin,
Martin
What did you make? Did it
What did you make? Did it involve curds?
Sachi
*lucky in love*
I was lazy. I made egg salad
I was lazy.
I made egg salad sandwiches from the pickled eggs we had in the fridge (Leigh Ann's recipe), and a green salad with oil and vinegar dressing, a sprinkling of grated parmesan, and a large number of anchovies snipped small. I _should_ have made a boiled egg caesar salad and stir fried one of the assorted meats with some of the broccoli and a great deal of garlic.
Martin
I had a wonderful dinner
I had a wonderful dinner tonight. John showed up at my house before I got home from dealing with my parents (nothing new, just the usual stuff). By the time I got here, I had pork chops, baked potato, and green salad waiting for me. The company was the best part of the meal, though.