A blow-by-blow of my uneventful day.

I can't think of any one thing to write about today, so I'm just going to write about all of it, and maybe SOMETHING will be interesting.

So now...we begin.

I had some unpleasant stomach business last night and this morning, but that's nothing new. If there's one good thing I learned from working at WaMu (and really, there are lots of good things), it's that I AM capable of bucking up and pushing through the pain, despite how many times I have to stop what I'm doing and run to the bathroom. Sometimes (when it's like, throat ulcer, no-solid-food bad) I have to just curl up and do nothing (hence my FMLA intermittent leave approval at WaMu for awhile) but usually I find ways to do SOMETHING with myself.

So what did I do? I watched a CSI Miami marathon while moving furniture around and contact-papering pressboard shelves for our bathroom. We used to have this like, gigantic 6' tall, 5-shelf chrome storage unit in there, but it was ridiculously big, and our bathroom is a strange L-shape, so the shelves made it so you like, couldn't even open the shower door all the way. If you're one of the lucky few who's spent time in our master suite crapper (Shannon, Ali, and anyone who's wandered back there during a party) you know what I'm talking about; they were great for keeping some of our mess of the ground, but just TOO BIG.

So those shelves are now in the "kitten room," which is what we call the guest room containing two litter boxes, NOT the one containing two beds. I can utilize them much better there by stacking them full of towels, bed linens, surplus costco items, etc. And in the bathroom I've replaced them with a much smaller set of pressboard shelves that we got at Fred Meyer like, probably 5 or 6 years ago. And now the shower door can open all the way, the bathroom feels much more open and spacious, and all I did was juggle around furniture that we already had! :D

After the shelves and CSI I made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, but forgot to make the salad, which sucked because I really felt like eating it, but I didn't remember it until we were already sitting down to eat and I didn't want to wait. Then we played Wii for awhile, I gave Brett a quick shoulder rub, he went off to bed, and I watched Ace of Cakes and Top Chef.

Can I just say...I am SO GLAD Marcel made it to the top two. I know he's the villain, and I know people dislike him, but *I* don't dislike him, and though he does come off pretty pretentious and abrasive, I still respect his creativity, and his desire to push himself and his food to the next level. Just like other art forms, food is not JUST about passion; it's about innovation, skill, and thoughtful execution. Some of the techniques that he gets soooo excited about (namely his frigging foams, and tonight's xanthan gum) I find both trite and unappetizing, but at the same time he's TRYING. He's experimenting. And he often gets good comments from the judges, so maybe his food is more sensuously pleasing in person than it seems on tv. I'm disappointed that Ilan made it to the final two instead of Sam (who seemed far more talented), but I guess the producers probably wanted to exploit that great "face off battle" angle for the finale.

Speaking of great battles, check out this awesomeness:



Nerds are the best. ♥