Sunday night. 10:30pm. Need to start moving to bed. And I feel like I could start another day.
I always hit groove at night. I'm not horrible in the morning. Like, I wake up and will continue a conversation from the night before without missing a beat. (Which is extremely obnoxious to The Husband. He's not super-wordy at first.) But just because you're awake & functional, it doesn't mean you like it.
In high school, I had a downstairs room next to the informal den. No tv in the bedroom room, but the tv in the next room was fine. I'd stay up until all hours of the night watching Letterman & Nick at Nite reruns. And I'd sketch in my sketchbook and make lists. Lists and lists and lists during Mork & Mindy or Taxi.
I've always been a lister. Something in my brain does a lil jig at a beautifully designed list. (Jig? Who talks like that?) Lately, I've been getting up early on Saturdays to make menu and grocery and recipe lists. (Claudey-cat will sleep in on Sunday but Saturday is up at the crack of dawn. It makes me want to pummel her about the middle region. But I don't. It's wrong. But I sure will squirt her face with some water. Which makes her squawk louder. And therefore is sorta stupid.)
I've shared too much.
Anyhoo, Sundays I am especially bad at getting to bed. I want to savor every second because, before I know it, I'll wake up and have to go to work again for 5 days straight. Arghhhhh. But that's everyone right? Monday waits for no man.
- Side-note of neither here nor there, I just walked to the back of the house to ask The Hubs a question. He's trying to go to sleep and it was all dark. I stepped on Claude's tail. Hard. I really wouldn't pummel her in the morning. But because of her crazy monkey-screech, I now have Fraudian guilt. Great.
I guess I'll start turning down lights. Go to bed and lay quietly as Sugarbear tries to push me out of the way in her evil conquest to be First Lady Johnson. She's lucky she was born with a Sugar-face or I would not tolerate her obvious brazen-hussy behavior.
Before I go though, I will leave you with my weekend memories. No pictures from Friday. (Mexican with friends.) But Saturday, the Grizzlies played. They didn't fair as well as the Tigers (TIGERZZZZ) but I think the grub was pretty fine.
My Dad's 7-Layer Dip.
Black beans, avocado, and light sour cream & 2% cheddar cheese make it good fer ya too!
Beer-battered coconut shrimp. With apricot-horseradish dip.
Always a crowd pleaser. I with I had one now...
Tryko's Mrs. Nunn Artichoke Dip.
Yum. With pita chips.
And then on the main course.
Pork loin. Hello!
Ah, grill pan. I missed it so.
Beautiful sear marks.
But man, it smokes the house up.
I wrapped the pork loin in bacon, stuck it in the oven, and then joined the crew.
I couldn't wait to get here
But then I always get my face chewed on
And I just want to cuddle
Which way did MJ go?Wanna bite her face.
Group shot.
Fozz, best side?
Definitely not.
Look at that face!
Way later, inside..
Cauliflower roasted with parm
And the pork loin cooked pretty.
(If I do say so myself.)
Forgot to get a bacon-wrapped pic.
But this is pretty nice too.
Baby greens & Warm Gorgonzola Salad.
Ok. And now I sorta hate I didn't take another pic.
The food looks sorta blah because it's all sorta monotone.
But it was tasty. For the tongue knows not color!
Rosemary Bacon Pork Loin
Roasted Cauliflower with Parmesan
Fresh Market Garlic-Parmesan Focaccia Bread
Garlic Mashed Red Potatoes
And today, leftovers. Dad's 7-Layer dip was a perfect breakfast.
Alright. 11:15. Starting to get tired. I think if I sit and don't move too much, I might tire out soon.
Have a great Monday! It's going to be weirdly light out when we get off work. I love that at the beginning.
Guilt feeding
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