I have not even thought about what to cook tomorrow; this is unprecedented and definitely weird. I've been swamped and am pooped, but I gotta get my Heart Day menu planned. Shnikeys! I did make everyone's Valentine so at least I'm caught up on that front. T has to work late tonight so I'm going to get the rare order of take-out and commit to getting our dinner organized. I still think I want to make the ricotta gnocchi but those are a fair amount of work... The thought of the Nutella pudding continues to make my heart sing, so that's a done deal. Typical that the one set plan of mine is dessert. But T leaves Wednesday -not to return until SUNDAY (who thinks I'll be batshit by then?!)- so I don't want a huge amount of dessert leftover. Or maybe I do. I just received an email, the subject of which was Grow Hostas in a Washing Machine. Why in god's name would I want to do that? Not a spam email, it was, rather, sent from a gardening publication I read regularly. And, I'm sure they were talking about an old, defunct machine, but my question remains. Why? I deleted this email.
Don't y'all think the Republican National Committee's head must be spinning off right now? What is going on with the primaries? I don't mind in the least because A) it's good for Obama, B) it's keeping things interesting, and C) it's a great source of amusement. But seriously, the RNC must be freaking out. Fat Newton is a hypocritical time-bomb, and Rick is so 14th century. Where is the non-Mitt the Reps need? Seemingly nowhere to be found. Heh.