Yumminess

Heat up leftover bulghur pilaf. (Is bulghur, simmered in beef stock, with onions, mushrooms, and edamame and such. Easy and not nearly as elaborate as it sounds.) Grill a chicken breast, with hot pepper flakes. Slice chicken breast. Mix. Eat. Yum!

The girl is in Edmonton overnight. Sigh.

mockingspike forgot his shrimp* on our balcony overnight, but retrieved them this afternoon. Have advised that travelling salsa is probably a much safer consumable than travelling shrimp.

I am preparing myself for an onslaught of excuses about overdue books this week. I have resorted to a combination of peer pressure and shame (a large chart totalling how many overdue books each class has weekly) coupled with bribery. (Monthly prizes, along the sticker-and-bookmark line, but not, as suggested today during storytime, SUVs and trips to Mexico and a million dollars. Or guns, but I pretended not to hear that one.)

I am trying to decide whether to watch House, or tape it and watch it tomorrow when troutkitty's home. Decisions, decisions.

*the truth of the matter is probably more mundane that whatever you're all imagining.