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Thursday, July 17, 2008

A Good Time Was Had by One

Hello! Thanks everyone for your birthday wishes. I debated a bit about whether or not to let anyone know that it was my birthday, and when I say "a bit", what I really mean is about half a second, but I figured why the hell not? and ended up getting all of your lovely comments sent to me by email throughout the day while I was at work. It really brightened this aging lady's spirits.

I've spent my birthdays alone for the last few years. Not intentionally, but either I was on the road working or, like this year MDH was on the road working. I'm a big girl and it's OK to spend my birthday alone. Really - I don't mind. Besides our trip to Toronto was part of my birthday celebration and MDH and I will celebrate my birthday yet again with dinner at a swanky restaurant this weekend. My darling also left me some presents before he jetted off, including but not limited to:


  • The new book by David Sedaris called When You Are Engulfed In Flames, which may be the best title for any book ever.

  • Dirty coffee cups and errant socks strewn about the house for me to find throughout the week like an Easter egg hunt. So thoughtful.
Ever thoughtful Amy sent me a box of presents early last week that I patiently waited to open until it was my actual birthday:

  • A bag of candy orange slices (my secret favorite).


  • This framed photo of her and Ted from the Phillies game as a memento of our trip to Philadelphia a few weeks ago.
I have many little ways to make things feel special, even if it is just me and the cat, not the least of which was having a Thin Mint Blizzard from Dairy Queen for dinner, as inspired by my newest favorite blogger Fawless over at Lots Better Then Your Blog*. Thanks Fawless! If it wasn't for your informative blog posting I wouldn't have known such a delicacy existed - and I didn't have to give anyone a blow job to get it.

What really made my birthday great was realizing that last night began the new season of Project Runway and having the house to myself so that I could enjoy it with no interruptions. It was my birthday wish come true. God, I fucking love that show.

*I've been meaning to include her on my blogroll for months and I swear I didn't just now do it because she put me on hers.

Monday, November 12, 2007

In Response To Your Google Search Query #3

Dear Person Who Found My Blog Via The Search Query "my husband get irritated in the evening",

Aw honey, don't they all?

My husband get irritated in the morning, afternoon and evening too. He's irritated all ding dong day and frankly there's no solution that doesn't involve sore knees and personal lubricant. So either file for divorce or learn to live with it.

Just kidding!

Seriously darlin' if your husband gets irritated in the evening perhaps you should consider changing your routine. I've been happily married for 5 years and firmly believe much of our marital success is due to this one factor:

When my husband comes home in the evening I leave him the hell alone for 20 minutes.

It wasn't always this way. When we were newly shacked up I typically came home from work before him and having had my own down time, would greet him at the door with nonstop chatter, never realizing that my darling needed some down time too.

These days it's a kiss hello and then immediately goodbye. A scant 20 minutes. Try it.

If that doesn't work you can always greet him at the door wearing nothing but a wristwatch and a smile.

And finally a man's good humor can always be brought back to life with a glass of red wine and some fine chow. If you double that non-yammer time to 40 minutes you can make him this healthful and very easy recipe, guaranteed (not really, although it is delightful) to bring a smile to your grumpy husband's face and subsequently your face too.


Sausage & White Bean "Cassoulet"
(Altered slightly from a recipe in Gourmet Magazine)

Ingredients:

4 Sweet Italian sausage links (about 10 ounces total)*
1 teaspoon olive oil
2 medium sweet onions, halved and sliced thin lengthwise
2 garlic cloves, chopped fine
1 1/2 teaspoons mixed chopped fresh herbs like rosemary, thyme and/or sage or 3/4 teaspoon mixed dried herbs such as Herbs de Provence.
1 bay leaf
1/2 cup chopped scallion greens or fresh parsley leaves
1 (14.5 oz.) can diced tomatoes including juice
1 (19 oz.) can white beans such as cannellini, navy or Great Northern, drained and rinsed

For Topping (optional):
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 slices firm white sandwich bread, crusts discarded, cut into 1/4 inch cubes
1 small garlic clove, chopped fine
2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh parsley leaves

In a medium skillet, cook sausages in oil over moderate heat, turning them until browned on all sides and cooked through, about 8 minutes, and transfer to paper towels to drain.
In fat remaining in skillet, cook onions until soft and transparent, add garlic and stir until golden or caramelized. Stir in herbs including bay leaf, scallions or parsley, tomatoes with juice, and salt and pepper to taste. Boil the mixture 5 minutes. Cut sausages into 1/4 inch think slices. Add sausage and beans to tomato mixture and cook, stirring, until heated through. Discard bay leaf and keep "cassoulet" warm, covered.

Make topping:
In a small skillet heat oil over moderately high heat until hot but not smoking and saute bread until pale golden. Stir in garlic, parsley and salt and pepper to taste and saute, stirring 1 minute.
Transfer "cassoulet" to a 1-quart serving dish and cover evenly with topping.

*I substitute with sweet Italian turkey sausage because it's lower in fat and cholesterol and every bit as tasty.


If you've stopped yammering at him for 20 minutes, served him this beautiful meal and done the thing with the knees and the lube and he's still irritated the man is a total asshole and you should probably change the locks and call your attorney.

I mean at that point isn't he the one who's irritating you?

Fuck that shit.

Best Wishes & Kindest Regards!
The Lady