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I'm glad it was a three-day weekend, because on Friday night I had a massage that hurt very badly. Which is what happens when your neck is tying the tops of your shoulders in knots and vice versa. On Saturday it hurt just to have a shirt on my shoulders, and my entire neck was just SORE. But I had to go out and run around doing errands on Saturday before it snowed, so I did, and it wasn't any fun at all. It's better now.
I got bit by the cooking bug yesterday and made leek, mushroom and smoked cheddar quiche because I had to use up the smoked cheddar. And then I made a very Yankee version of Louisiana barbecue shrimp for dinner; I didn't have Creole seasoning so I used black pepper, and I didn't use enough butter for Louisiana, and I peeled and deveined the raw shrimp because I hate peeling cooked shrimp covered in sauce unless I'm at a restaurant set up to deal with that. But my shrimp sauce did have paprika and butter and lemon and Worcestershire sauce in it, and it was quite tasty and I burned the entire inside of my head because it was physically hot. And I overcooked the shrimp because a smoke detector went off while I was cooking them and I had to go figure out which smoke detector it was. (The shrimp didn't set it off; K cooking a steak on the third floor set off the first floor smoke detector.)
The carb abstinence has failed miserably so far, except that I managed not to bring any more pasta into the house over the weekend. The only way I can stop eating pasta is to stop buying it.
Yesterday I also decided to get around to some of the "one of these days I should..." list, so I rotated the bed mattress. Which, it turns out, is a hell of a lot easier than rotating the futon mattress, because it only happens in one, horizontal, plane. That'll teach me. I just hope I didn't scratch the floor, because the box spring is split in two halves and the half that isn't on the rug moved. Oh well. The cats thought the whole process was fascinating. Some kinds of help are the kinds of help we all can do without, but at least nobody (including me) got stuck in any corners in the process. And I still need a new rug for the bedroom. That's on the "one of these days when I'm not feeling so cheap" list.
Speaking of which, I got the return receipt for my amended federal taxes, and the IRS cashed the check before I got the return receipt, so at least that got where it was sent and I can stop feeling guilty. I haven't gotten anything from my amended state taxes. That sort of figures, because of course it's more efficient to send something to Kentucky than it is to send something across town. But I did what I thought I was supposed to do, so I can sleep at night.
I got bit by the cooking bug yesterday and made leek, mushroom and smoked cheddar quiche because I had to use up the smoked cheddar. And then I made a very Yankee version of Louisiana barbecue shrimp for dinner; I didn't have Creole seasoning so I used black pepper, and I didn't use enough butter for Louisiana, and I peeled and deveined the raw shrimp because I hate peeling cooked shrimp covered in sauce unless I'm at a restaurant set up to deal with that. But my shrimp sauce did have paprika and butter and lemon and Worcestershire sauce in it, and it was quite tasty and I burned the entire inside of my head because it was physically hot. And I overcooked the shrimp because a smoke detector went off while I was cooking them and I had to go figure out which smoke detector it was. (The shrimp didn't set it off; K cooking a steak on the third floor set off the first floor smoke detector.)
The carb abstinence has failed miserably so far, except that I managed not to bring any more pasta into the house over the weekend. The only way I can stop eating pasta is to stop buying it.
Yesterday I also decided to get around to some of the "one of these days I should..." list, so I rotated the bed mattress. Which, it turns out, is a hell of a lot easier than rotating the futon mattress, because it only happens in one, horizontal, plane. That'll teach me. I just hope I didn't scratch the floor, because the box spring is split in two halves and the half that isn't on the rug moved. Oh well. The cats thought the whole process was fascinating. Some kinds of help are the kinds of help we all can do without, but at least nobody (including me) got stuck in any corners in the process. And I still need a new rug for the bedroom. That's on the "one of these days when I'm not feeling so cheap" list.
Speaking of which, I got the return receipt for my amended federal taxes, and the IRS cashed the check before I got the return receipt, so at least that got where it was sent and I can stop feeling guilty. I haven't gotten anything from my amended state taxes. That sort of figures, because of course it's more efficient to send something to Kentucky than it is to send something across town. But I did what I thought I was supposed to do, so I can sleep at night.