Quickie Thoughts.

Today was a scramble-the-brain-through-therapy kind of day, although the weather was gorgeous and I generally felt terrific.

As for the post below this one, check the comments. I had to post anonymously.

Got dinged for a job today, which is really OK.

I arrived home feeling frazzled, annoyed, and dispirited by the idea of whipping up another gourmet concoction. Absolutely refusing to bow to the internal pressure of stopping at the grocery store at rush hour meant scrounging from the refrigerator. That is not my forte. I refused, also, to judge it as a lesser choice. How often do I say 'Not good enough!'? Pretty often. Miracle of miracles, however, I re-framed the whole thing. Forty-five minutes later, witness a gorgeous red and yellow pepper, parmesan, cheddar, and lemon zest fritatta. Add rosemary toast and beer. Bang! Shazam! I spanked that dinner hard.

Interesting little scene yesterday: I got home and found that my computer's history was chock-full o'whores. The husband got surfing and forgot to clear the history or log out of his profile. Here's a nifty dilemna because I am many things but a hypocrite is not one of them. But hey, who wants all these whore pages and what's worse air-brushed plastic lesbian pages. No, no gentle reader, not the good, real stuff. These was those fakey shots of bubble-gum bimbos in cheerleader outfits with plastic tits touching tongues: 'Eeeek! We're kinky!' I was more upset by his lack of taste. The end result is that I simply asked him to porn up his computer, not mine, and certainly always to clear the history because our boy uses my computer. We definitely don't want him seeing that stuff. Tacky!

That's the Monday. Some strikes, some gutterballs.