Last night, I felt somewhat inspired for dinner. First, Dave and I went grocery shopping, which always helps.  Then  I decided to try a watercress soup recipe I've been saving for, oh, years. That was nice, but I had too little watercress and too much broth so it was a bit wimpy.  It's definitely a do-over recipe though to see if it gets better.  I also made some homemade chicken stock from bones and spare celery bits I've had in the freezer.  The last time I made stock, it was waaay too watery and was pretty much useless for making anything tasty.  This one turned out a bit better--I added more celery and carrots and less water, but it could still be improved. 

The exciting part of this stock story involves the dog though.  Since I've started making my own stock (irregularly, mind you), I've recalled the part of my original recipe that says after making the stock and discarding the vegetables, you could give the carrots to "a very good dog."  I was very excited to have both overcooked carrots and a very good dog to try this out.  Yes, Patches appeared to be excited about stock carrots.  In fact, every time I approached the stove, he would appear behind me with perked up ears and a "I'm a very good dog" expression on his face.  This morning, unfortunately, there is evidence of a bit of an upset tummy, so I think I need to dole out the carrots a few at a time and not gorge the poor baby into an upset stomach.

This morning, I blew off my friend Karen for the third week in a row.  We are supposed to meet on Monday's at 6:00 am sharp for a run.  This morning, at least, I had a good excuse.  I had to follow Dave to the Subaru dealership at 6 fricking 45 for car repair and then take him to work.  Last week's excuse involved margaritas and an early Cinco de Mayo celebration, which is NOT a good runner's excuse for blowing off running. 

As we were leaving this morning for the let's-hope-that-flashing-check-engine-light-is-not-serious car repair, I noticed three scratches in a fan-like pattern on my cheek:

Me: "Do you see that on my cheek?"

Dave: "Did you know Savannah jumped over your head last night?"  (note:  Savannah is the only cat brave enough to pass by Patches sleeping in his crate at the foot of our bed and sleep with us now.  She rewards herself by being extra cuddly and purring incessantly.)

Me:  "I think she jumped ON my head."

What is pathetic is that I don't recall anything of that nature last night!!  Dave, did I whimper at any point last night in my sleep? How did you notice she jumped over my head?  These are serious scratch marks on my cheek!

Ok. Whatever.  I sleep so hard, I don't even know my cat is raking her paws across my cheek.  Should be interesting when there are kidlets involved!! 

Time to work now.  I MUST read those articles, which of course I didn't on Friday.  I have to run at some point.  I'm turning into a lard butt. I would like to clean out Dave's frightening closet.  It makes me anxious just to look into it. Oh, God.  What I really have to do is work on the wedding album this afternoon.  I'm just 4 months behind on getting that done. Bleah. Bleah.  Bleah.

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