I mentioned that I made a ham and noodle casserole the other day and brought some over for Cee so she didn't have to make dinner for herself once her appetite returned. Today she mentioned that it provided her with TWO servings. I didn't mention to her that it was a bit spicy (not very spicy to the Beast and me) because I didn't think it was too much. However, to Cee...that was a different thing. When she called me today, she said, *It cleared out my sinuses.* That made me laugh. Like I said, it sure wasn't spicy to the Beast or me. She also said, *But it wasn't really TOO spicy because I ate both servings. It was delicious*.
It's just too funny to me that she found it a bit more spicy than she expected. We happen to like spicy foods. Actually, so does Cee...as long as it doesn't set her mouth on fire. The tamales we ordered from Portillo's in Chicago are about as spicy as my casserole was, perhaps more so. They aren't true Mexican tamales but they are what we grew up with from the hot dog carts that were common in Chicago neighborhoods. The tamales were delivered today and the Beast took them over to Cee's apartment. It was the first time he'd been there. We had decided before he ordered them that we would split the cost because Cee had been tamales hungry and she wanted some. We love them, too, so that's what we did.
He came home and told me he thought Cee's place was really nice. He liked how she had decorated it. It's really comfy looking and definitely very feminine. He does think she needs a bigger TV, however. That was my thought, too, but she's happy with it so...oh well! It IS her choice after all. It's about the size of one that you might have for traveling and camping out. We used to have one that we put in the guest room but it finally went kaput and we never replaced it. I have a 32 inch one in my computer room and the Beast has a 52 inch one in the living room. We are just spoiled....LOL!
I was busy today between washing clothes, folding and putting them away. I also did my hanging clothes since I don't trust the Beast to do them. He doesn't hang them up when they finish drying like I do....except when it's HIS shirts and dress pants. If they are mine, he has a tendency to just throw them in a basket and they get wrinkles in them. Ticks me off so I don't let him touch them. I'll be waiting with the hangers when the dryer stops. No ironing necessary then. I'm no fool.
I also emptied the dishwasher then put the dirty dishes in it. I cleaned out the fridge of the food that leftover from several days ago. If we don't eat them within two days, out they go. I also took stock of some things we need and put them on my list that I give to the Beast if he's the one that goes to the store first. I also went through the pantry and the storage shelfs out in the garage. I just needed to make sure what we had and what we might need in the next few weeks. I'm going to have to make the Beast change some of the things on the higher shelves because that's where he put the canned veggies and I have to use a ladder to reach them now. When I told him that I couldn't really get at them to see what we had and what we didn't because I couldn't see to the back of the shelf where he had them and said HE would have to get them when I needed them, he said he would change the location. I knew he didn't really want to have to use the ladder every time I cook....LOL. He doesn't use his head when he changes some things, I swear. It wouldn't be so bad except that the freezer blocks the area where the ladder SHOULD go. I think he moved it when he put the veggies up on that top shelf. What a maroon!
What's nice about today was that I felt so much more energetic than I have in a while. Plus, for a few things that I plan on making over the next few days, I really needed to see what we had as far as ingredients went. I know that it made the Beast happy. He prefers it when *I* cook. I have a larger *file* of menus in my head than he does. If it isn't something in a box, he's kind of lost. He likes those hamburger helper things which are okay once in a while but not all the time. But he mentioned the other day that my *hamburger garbage*....a recipe I made often when we had our kids at home (we eat it in pita bread)....was better than his. He said, *I don't know what it is that you do different than I do but it tastes better when you make it.* It's the spices that I use, I know. He forgets about those. He also likes my sloppy joe recipe better. He tries to get creative when he makes it but it's a fail because it's always too sweet and I don't like it. Oh, I can eat it when he makes it but I seldom finish it.
We are still getting a mouse or two in the house and the Beast said he's going to have to find where they are getting into the ductwork finally. He can use duct tape for it (the do-all item that can be used for many repairs...LOL) since it's flexduct that is used for this house. I had the trap I had in my computer room go off when I was napping and it scared the chit out of me. Woke me up out of a sound sleep. I hate when that happens. But I prefer a snap trap to one of those glue traps because I think those are cruel. It traps the mouse and they suffer trying to escape. Then they die of starvation and that's what I feel is so cruel. I hate to use a trap at all but I also think that they can spread disease with their droppings. That's where the Hunta virus comes from.
Well, it's very late and I need to get back to bed. The Beast is getting up early to meet up with some of his church members and that means *I* will be up, too. I can't sleep when he's moving around, getting dressed up because he's not a quiet dresser. It's like he doesn't care if he disturbs me. I think he might be a little jealous of my being able to sleep as long as I want. That's why he doesn't care if he disturbs me. *Sigh* So I get up, check to see if his tie is under his collar in the back of his neck and then I go back to bed once he leaves. I usually am up and about before he gets home and I make sure to have lunch made so he can eat something when he gets here.
Love you all. Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. I know my life isn't exciting but it can be strange at times. Be good and be careful. ***Hugs***
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