My alarm didn’t go off and I slept through the wedding of the century — William and Kate. I heard on the radio they kissed three times!!! Wow. Every station on the radio was yapping about it. Oh well, at least my beauty sleep wasn’t cut short. On to more important matters.
Should I make dinner tonight or not? Drew is thinking Indian food and I’m thinking — Sounds like a nice idea but will I regret not making dinner when you, my drew, walk in the door after 9:00 PM and we have to rush off to the restaurant before it closes. Happens most Fridays.
I bought ingredients for Chicken Tikka Masala. Happened to be browsing through an old issue of Cook’s Illustrated and it caught my eye. I’m thinking of making it as a “just in case” dinner. Yes, I think that’s what I’ll do. Better get going on it because I think I have to coat it with a spice mixture and let it sit for an hour. Break time. Have to read recipe. More later.
Hours later: Getting dark out. No sign of Drew. It’s almost 8:00 pm. I’m hungry. I should have made dinner!!!!! When will I learn???? It’s happening again. The clock is ticking. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Soon it will be 9:00 pm.
I am so in the mood for a nice spicy Chic . . . Damn, what just happened? I was watching the Yankee game and the tv just switched to Kitchen Nightmare. Drew’s taping Kitchen Nightmare and Friday Night Lights. I can’t watch the Yankee game. And Drew is not home yet. Was that thunder I hear? (No, it’s the tv.)
And now I read on the internet that the newlyweds only kissed two times! The truth, I want the truth. Skyped with Cheryl this afternoon and she heard they kissed twice. I told her, “Nooooooo, I heard it was three times!” I don’t think she believed me. Eh, I’ll probably get the best wedding recap reading Doonesbury. Drew, he gets his information from Howard.
Drew is home. Yay!
So much for my morning routine. Today I woke up to almost 2 feet of snow and no internet access. Newsday was sitting on top of a pile of snow at the foot our the driveway and the NY Times was nowhere to be seen. Our morning routine was all askew. Drew shoveled a path to the paper. At least we had Ask Amy.
On a typical day, Drew starts out reading the Times. Me, I read Newsday first, saving Dear Amy for last, sometimes making a sound here and there letting drew know if I think it’s a good or bad letter. He usually reads it after me. I say usually because this morning was not like the others. We had to share one paper. He read Ask Amy before I did. Afterwards, I read it through — question and answer – and then commented on it. “No, no, you can’t do that. You’re influenced by Amy’s answer. You have to say what you think before you read her answer,” Drew yells. I have my way, Drew has his, and this is what he does: He reads the question, commenting through the whole article. It’s like listening to Howard Stern on the radio when he says, “And let’s hear what so-and-so has to say about . . .” He plays the piece and continues to talk through the entire recording. Drew listens to Howard every day. So let’s see, the other day it was The Donald and today it is Howard. Oh how my man-honey is influenced by the media. So this morning we argued over Amy — over the proper reading of Amy.
No tasks today or maybe it was shoveling out the driveway and uncovering all 4 cars.
I was gchatting with Janet last night and I mentioned my blog. I sent her the link, she started reading and responded by saying her life was so boring she wouldn’t have anything to write about. Ah, life in Burma, traveling all over the world, eh, what a bore!!!! I always picture her life as exciting and . . . well after her comment I’m feeling good. My life is exciting! Yesterday I folded laundry and today I have another load of clothes to wash . . . you go girl!!!!! (that’s me!)
Maybe green salad, simple sauteed bay scallops, and broccoli with garlic and parmesan cheese for dinner tonight.