What was I thinking? I made tri-tip in a red wine sauce with peas, baby onions and artichoke hearts. Of course, we had to have mashed potatoes with that. Oh, I know what I was thinking... "Gee, I'd like to sit up all night with a massive case of heartburn after stuffing my craw with meat and potatoes slathered in the richest sauce known to man". Yeah, that's it. Where did I put those damn Tums?
Th girls went to the Little Gym tonight. I am still not feeling quite normal(will I ever feel normal again after that?) so Dean and I stayed home, snuggled up and watch The Descent. I was envisioning an edge-of-my-seat thriller but more along the lines of claustrophobic-paranoid-but-nothing-actually-there-kinda-horror instead of the weird-blind-gooey-white-flesh-eating-mutant-cave-dwelling-human-monster-things-killing-everyone. A little disappointing but entertaining nonetheless. Still not sure quite why it got such high ratings on RottenTomatoes.com. But whatever, I guess you don't have to be too great to be better than most everyone else in the horror genre.
When the girls got back from the gym, Viola and I read four chapters from book 2 of The Boxcar Children series. She loves those books. They are so old-fashioned, but I'm glad she's into those instead of something less wholesome where, gosh, I don't know the BOYS do the cooking and the girls build the fire or go off to work. Ew. I just can't get over how well Viola reads. It's probably not exceptional, it's just I have this whole sense of continuity from the point at which she could only burble and spit her oatmeal at me. And now she can read. Amazing.
I put on a pair of pants today and they about fell off. Hmm, maybe this has something to do with the special diet of clear liquids and then gallons of Fleet's phosphosoda I was on earlier this week. Move over Bob Greene, I'm writing a book- "Drop a pant size! Oh wait, no! Drop your pants entirely! with the new BOWEL PREP DIET!"
See me next on Oprah.