Adventures with Frosty: Late Night Snack

Yesterday, I bought a huge, delicious almond croissant. I could only eat half of it so I saved the other half in its paper bag. I left it beside where I was sitting, on the futon in the Frosty's room, thinking I would give it to Kevin when he got home. By the time Kevin got home, I was already asleep and I forgot to mention the croissant to him so it sat there on the futon. I have to mention here, Frosty doesn't get on the futon by himself, he only gets to sit on it when we put him on it. . . or so I thought.

This morning when I walked into Frosty's room, I saw . . .

. . . the wax paper from the croissant. "Uh oh," I thought, "I hope Kevin found the croissant and accidentally dropped the paper." Then I looked on the futon and saw . . .

 . . . by this time Frosty has made his way to his bed and is sitting there innocently . . .

. . . but, I *know* what he did and he has a *plump* belly that proves it: late night almond croissant feast! The croissant must have been nearly as big as his face! Another sign of his indiscretion: he couldn't stop licking his chops.

Crazy dog!

Strange Ailments

Over the past couple weeks I’ve had a variety of ailments.  First it was cough, then the sniffles, then a cough again.  Then things started to get stranger, just for one day my hip really hurt.  Last but not least, the palms of my hands turned a strange orange-brownish shade over the weekend.  The last one really worried me because I felt normal but my hands looked far from normal!

I thought back over the day and what might have caused my sickly looking hands and then it dawned on me—I picked up a new bottle of lotion today!  Turns out that the lotion I grabbed in a hurry at Target was sunless tanner which I used as hand lotion for the day!   The directions say to wash your hands after application, and here I was putting it on after I washed my hands and leaving it on.

My initial thoughts:

1. I’m glad I didn’t put it on my face!
2. My palms look really funny
3. It could have been a lot worse

Sorry, I don’t have any pictures of the spectacle and, hopefully, there won’t be a next time.

Dinner Flambe

Kevin is moving up in the cooking world and has started flambeing our food.  Why pay for this delightful culinary experience when your fiance can do it at home?  Too bad I didn't have the camera ready.

Scene: Kevin and I are broiling a hunk of meat for dinner. Smoke is collecting under the oven vent burner which "someone" covered with a lid from another pot.

b: WOAH! Take that off! That's the vent!
k: Oh! It is? Okay, I didn't know.
It suddenly gets much smokier when the lid is removed so I go to open the windows.

k: Betty . . . our dinner is on fire!!!
b: WHAT?! What do you mean, "on fire"???
k: I mean it's on fire! for real!
I run back to the kitchen and sure enough the meat is ablaze and thick black smoke is billowing out of the oven door. 

Much chaos ensues as we put out the flames and air out his place as best we can without drawing too much attention to the fact that we're the unit causing the problem.  I don't know if it's a good or bad thing that Nate wasn't home to witness the fiasco.

Last quote from Kevin: "See this is why you're going to be doing the cooking!"

Everyone say hi to Jenn!

So, I usually meet up with Jenn every Friday morning for coffee, but this week she's in Miami and is crazy busy.  Even though there's some weeks we can't meet up, it feels different knowing she's not a 10 minute drive away and that she's crazy busy!  Anyway, instead of adding to her ever growing email inbox with a quick hello, I decided to blog to say hi and that way, those of you who know her can say a quick hello and encourage the sleep-deprived chica.

Hiiii Jenn!!  Hang in there and see you back in VA soon!

The economics of chowing down

We Americans are gobbling up our own retirement savings, says Robert Brokamp in The Motley Fool. Studies show that two out of three of us are overweight. "If we're eating too much, that also means we're spending too much." Cut 10 percent off the average grocery and restaurant budget of $5,340 a year and that's $534 that can go toward retirement. So tighten your belt, and repeat after me: "I will deposit my money in my bank and not my butt."

(source: Google gets Tough, and Builders get a Rest, News at a Glance by Harold Maass)

:: edit :: Props to kfine for taking steps to put this advice into practice.  When he was getting out of his car, there was a shiny quarter on the seat!!   I think the author's advice was targeted at redirecting your future spending, but hey, if you can redirect past spending, even better.   Just don't tell the bank where the money came from.