Purse Snatching. Switching. Whatever.

Last night I cooked these One-Pot Paprika Chicken Thighs, which recipe involved lots of steps (well, more than 2, anyway) and ingredients I had to go out and buy (baby potatoes, mushrooms) and I was pretty darn proud of myself. I mean, A for effort, right? Also, it tasted pretty good.

So I was all set to come here today and tell you I had tried one of the chicken recipes you all had recommended in the comments to this post, so you wouldn't think I'd been wasting your time. Only I went back to see who had recommended this recipe and, um, no one did. I have no idea where I got that link. NONE.

Still, I highly recommend it. Sunday, I'll try one of the dishes you folks suggested. I PROMISE.

In other news, I told Susie about the stray sock incident at the dentist yesterday and she said, "Well, at least you didn't have your pants on backwards!" That kid has way too good a memory, is what I'm thinking. Also, she's right, that would have been worse.

Yes, the …

The Dangers Of Static Cling

Hi! I've been gone, off on a knitting weekend at a friend's beach house (yes, I DO make excellent friends, actually) with a bunch of knitters (duh), and I was going to tell you all about it, because riveting, I know. But first, I have to tell you about my dental visit, because riveting AND humiliating, all in one.

During the (fun! relaxing!) knitting weekend, a temporary crown came off my tooth. I had just had it put on there Wednesday, after sitting in the dental chair with people's fingers in my mouth for 2 whole hours - because really, I know how to have fun.

I knit during dental work - did you know that? It's the only way to get through it.

So, the crown came off, and for sure it has nothing to do with the fact that one of the knitters brought a pound of my favorite gummy bears to our little weekend retreat, so SHUT UP. I managed to squish it back on without passing out (but it was close, because OMG squeamish) and I went back to the dentist office this morning to …

A Cry For Help

I'm gonna lead with a picture of the latest food fad around our household, a dish that, miraculously enough, the entire family is enjoying this winter.

Hello? Anyone here?

Well, anyway, voila:

Roasted Brussels sprouts and carrots - it's what's for dinner. I mean, along with pot roast and potatoes, of course...I'm not trying to starve anyone around here.

Do you think the other veggies are jealous that Brussels sprouts get to be capitalized but they don't? Just wondering.

We're also still eating up all the cheese left over from our New Year's Party. The problem is, I seem to have cooking-related dementia: aside from pot roast and meatloaf, I can't remember ANY recipes that I usually use for winter dinners. Nada. NONE.

I mean, I know I've cooked chicken before. Larry usually grills it during the summer, or I cook it in salsa and shred it to eat in tortillas with black beans and sour cream and such.

Everyone's sick of that one, in case you're won…

Pizza's Important, Right?

Over the past few days, I set myself the task of eating up all the remaining holiday junk food in our house: the Hershey's kisses, the Moose Munch, the cheese and crackers, etc. You know, so I wouldn't keep eating it.

That does SO make sense. Shut up.

I've also been knitting. Later I'll watch Stranger Things AND knit. I'm doing my best, obviously, to live up to my New Year's resolutions.

Our holidays, unfortunately, were disrupted by death. Just before Christmas, my boss was brutally murdered, along with her husband. The next week, after my friend/co-worker and I went to the memorial service, I was surfing through Facebook, hoping to wallow in photos of happy families celebrating their holidays without having to think about senseless violence and their own mortality; and that's when I noticed that people were tagging a long-time friend of ours. Our families had been stationed together, years ago, in California and then DC, and we'd kept in touch ever si…

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

School was canceled today, because we had a dusting of snow and OMG how could the children go out in that? Meanwhile, on Tuesday, it was 7 degrees out and Rachel stood outside for 20 minutes waiting for a bus that never came, because school buses here simply cannot handle the cold.

Go figure.

Anyway, my point is that Rachel was home today. She volunteered to go skating with us and acted downright pleasant all morning. So I'll admit it, I had my guard down when she approached me this afternoon.

"I have to interview an old person in my family," she announced. "It's an English assignment."

"Well," I said, thinking out loud, "you have no grandparents left, but Auntie Kate is 65. And Uncle Fred is in his eighties - you could ask him."

"Nah, I don't want to," said Rachel. "I was just thinking of asking you."

Apparently my anti-aging face cream is NOT doing its job.

So I was telling Larry about this at dinner and he said…

January, Thanks Be To God

Larry and I pretty much shouted "Happy Anniversary!" at each other this morning, so no one won this year.  Also, the whole scene sounded weirdly competitive and not at all romantic.

Still, 27 years - that's nothing to sneeze at, you know.

Then Larry spent the rest of his time before work talking at me about doors, because, hey, SEXY. You see, even though he completed the basement renovations last April, he didn't really, because we still have the old doors, which don't fit anymore, because Larry made the wall thicker with all that insulation. Also, there are openings all around the doors, where he and the handyman tore the old trim out, etc.

It's COLD down there right now, is what I'm saying. Also, because Larry in his obsessiveness also insulated the basement floor, we can't properly open the doors either, because now the floor is higher and it blocks them.

Picture me explaining all this to the guy who came to measure for new doors today. Just pictu…

Are We Done With 2017 Yet?

Larry and I had a scintillating discussion this morning about the relative merits of various bathroom vanity heights. That's right, folks, there's still one more bathroom to be redone! We'd hoped to put it off for a while, but we're tired of watching water drip through the living room ceiling when the kids take showers. What can I say? We've gotten used to the finer things in life, like not sharing one shower among 6 people. I feel like Eva Gabor in Green Acres: "Dahling, you can't possibly expect me to share my soap dish!"

Actually, I don't think she ever said that. But if she were living here with 3 or 4 kids, she might.

I've recovered from Christmas, you'll be glad to hear. I've spent this week planning my New Year's resolutions - so far I have two: watch more TV and spend more time knitting.

I have a feeling I'm gonna knock this out of the park, so to speak.

I've also been trying to plan the annual New Year's Day pa…