So the other day, I made the mushrooms that are on BentoTV, and they were a huge hit with Mike. Emily was less enthused, she dislikes mushrooms, but she loved the filling. EASIEST thing in the world, really.
Then tonight I made little octopus hotdogs for dinner.
Now, imagine for a moment, me taking the time to arrange gorgeous plates of food.. simple dinner. seasoned rice, lightly sugared strawberries, and kosher hotdogs painstakingly hand cut into octopusses by hand because I don't have a nifty octopus cutter. (cut in half, then 8 legs cut into them a bit over halfway up)
I put the octopus on slices of cheese, rice and strawberries on the side.
Then served Mike.
Now, imagine, my sweet, wonderful, patient, ex-cop husband looking at the octopus hotdogs, and trying to find *something* appropriate to say.
"That's so wrong."
Hmm.. guess I'm glad I didn't use the fish cookie cutters on the cheese. Maybe a little too much on the cute side?
I replied, with all the dignity I could muster up between giggles "Excuse. The right response to a meal lovingly prepared for you with these two hands is "Thank you darling, this looks wonderful."
He said "it looks amazing, thank you for dinner sweetheart"
Somebody has GOT to find me a heart shaped egg mold. Because I *need* to see his response to delicately pink heart shaped deviled eggs. Making one of his favorite foods in the world cute would be entirely too much fun.
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Because of traffic and lack of parking at the hospital, I was late to my PT appointment. 15 minutes late which is usually a re-schedule, but I've got an awesome therapist. She figures if you get there close to on time, she'll squeeze you in and rush you through, which is exactly what she did. What should have been a 30 minute session was crammed into 20 making her just a bit late for her 3:00 appointment. But OUCH. Seriously. Rushing through her upping the intensity left me just a bit spasm-y and sore. I asked her about a workout I wanted to try, and she gave me a long list of "donts", I was expecting her to say "Just be careful not to push yourself too hard" I guess I'm not yet used to the limitations on my life. It's frusterating, because in some sort of silly way, I guess I believed somehow I'd get close to my old level of activity, and some stuff is just completely out for me. Maybe I'll just walk the mall. I can't get too hurt walking the mall right?
I've got almost full mobility back in my legs though. This is good. The mobility was lost because of pain issues, and she's been putting me through some gentle stretches to get it back.
After that, we got to the comic book store for the 2 weeks of comics we missed. Mike and I disagreed on when the last time we went was, he was certain it was more recent then I thought, so I checked my "versus" tag to find out. Which means I missed a versus. The winner was Pokey and Gumby, but I have no clue who they were fighting. I'll get this weeks up tomorrow.
So I missed an issue of 52. This is huge. This bothers me a LOT. Especially since they revealed this week who Supernova was.
( 52 spoiler for the people who might actually be comic addicts reading this and who are later getting comics then I was! )Started my nephews hat, at a stopping point while I wait for a measurement. I'm really loving working the Lion Brand cashmere blend. It's got just enough cashmere and acrylic blended with the wool (it's mostly wool) to make it very soft, and it's somewhere between a worsted and a bulky, so it's working up super fast and solid with a size H hook. I'm using the ribbed pattern I used for my son's hat. I've also decided Mike's next scarf is going to be made in this stuff. And oh yeah.. it's not expensive, and Fred Meyer's carries it and frequently has "buy 2 get 1 free" coupons for craft supplies. :)