So about a week or so I ago I talked about this great steak that I’ve figured out how to make and said I’d post the recipe and then, well, whoops.  And I know I’ve talked about the awesome spaghetti sauce I made last weekend. So.  I thought I’d finally post the recipes for them so you can enjoy them too!

These are pretty easy–even I haven’t found a way to mess them up!

Pan Fried Steak

I’m too lazy to set up the grill most nights but once a week I like to fix steak and fries for Will and I for dinner.  I get eye of round steaks because they’re smaller and easier to fry up on the stovetop.  I’ve also learned (the hard way) that using oil to cook steak mostly results in an apartment filled to the brim with smoke and steam–even if you don’t accidentally set something on fire.  So one night I experimented with melted butter instead of oil and the result was SO GOOD (and mostly smoke free)! The butter just melts and cooks into the steak instead of steaming up and making a bunch of smoke.  If you’re super health conscious you might want to try Smart Balance or a healthier butter substitute, but I haven’t tried any of those so I can’t vouch for the final taste.  Anyway…

You’ll need:

• Eye of Round Steak (however much you need to feed your family)
• Butter (or your favorite healthier alternative butter substitute BUT NOT OIL)
• Salt
• Pepper
• Garlic
• Sage

Turn your burner on high and let the pan heat up.  Toss some salt and pepper into the pan.  When the pan is hot, drop your steaks into the pan and sear for a couple of minutes on each side.  Turn on the fan to suck up the smoke that will come from this.

Turn down the heat on your burner to medium and drop a couple of tablespoons of butter (or your healthier substitute BUT NOT OIL) into the pan and allow to melt.  Stab the steaks all over with a sharp knife.  Flip the steaks over and stab them all over on the other side.

Turn the steaks over every couple of minutes until they are almost as done as you want them to be.  Add more salt and pepper to the melted butter and sprinkle a little bit of sage and garlic over both sides of your steaks.  Do not drain the butter but allow it to cook into the steaks.

Remove the steaks from the pan when they are as done as you want them to be.  I like mine well done and Will likes his about medium well so I usually cut mine up into thin strips right as Will’s steak hits about medium done-ness so that I can cook everything as much as we both like and still have them done on time.

YUM!

Spaghetti

Once upon a time my parents were battling over who made the better spaghetti sauce.  My Mom’s was pretty straight forward–she followed the directions on the back of the McCormick’s spaghetti sauce envelope.  My Dad got a little bit more creative and would toss in extra ingredients–whatever veggies we had on hand, extra spices.  It was a chunkier sauce but still basically tasted the same.  Back then I sided with my Mom, mostly out of girl power togetherness.  As I’ve grown up and as I’ve gotten more comfortable in the kitchen I’ve gotten better at experimenting with ingredients and not producing a gross mess.  Last weekend I decided to try out something new and wow! It was yummy! Here’s how I made it:

Start with the sauce.

You’ll need:

• ground beef (I use between 1-1.5 lbs of ground beef–the fat content isn’t that important because you can always drain it out)
• McCormicks Spaghetti Sauce with Mushrooms spice mix (roughly 1 pack per pound.  I used one pack for this sauce)
• Can of tomato SAUCE (not paste) (I used an 8oz can for this recipe)
• Green Pepper
• Red Pepper
• White Onion
• Salt
• Pepper
• Garlic
• Olive Oil
• Water

First chop up the green and red pepeprs, and the onion and set aside in a bowl.  You can cut these up into big chunks or dice them into small pieces, depending on your taste.  I diced mine up pretty small.

Next you make the regular sauce. Basically what you do here is follow the instructions on the back of the McCormicks spice pack: brown the beef, drain off the excess fat, stir in the tomato sauce spices and some water)

HINT:  I start out with half as much water as the instructions call for and then add more as needed to keep it saucey instead of sloppy-joe-y.

Once the basic sauce has been made, turn your burner down to low and stir in the peppers and onion.  Shake on some extra salt, pepper and garlic to taste and add a teensy bit of olive oil (I usually just fill up the bottle cap and then dump that in).  cover with one of those flat meshy strainer things that allows the steam to escape but keeps everything else out.

While that is simmering over low heat, start the water for the noodles.  When it starts boiling make the noodles according to package directions.

Making the sauce before you make the noodles allows the flavors to cook together, which is important to the final taste.

After this, it’s up to you if you want to combine everything in one pot or serve up the noodles and then spoon the sauce over the top of them.  I choose the noodles first then spooned sauce method, but it’s really up to you.

I discovered the goodness of this mostly because I wanted to use the peppers that have been sitting in our fridge for a while that were about to go bad.  What a pleasant surprise I had when it was all done cooking.  Now I’m wondering what else I can try adding peppers to!

I’m thinking that I should create a category for this blog called “Coffee Shop Fridays” or something…except that in a few weeks it might switch to Coffee Shop Tuesdays. I’m not sure what Will’s schedule will be like next term (his last term!).  Who knows, maybe I’ll just be coming in to town by myself.  One thing is for sure, I like my once a week forays into downtown too much to give them up. Even when part of my brain is saying “you need to be at home working, not trying to work from Starbucks!”

Speaking of Starbucks, last night I made the most glorious and amazing discovery.  I was registering this gift card that Will gave me weeks ago (because I wanted to check the balance) and I discovered that, as an iPhone user, I already have the basic AT&T Wifi plan! So, for me, accessing the internet at Starbucks is, basically free (okay, not really because we do pay an AT&T Wireless bill, but it is nice to know that this service is not extra).  This? Is glorious.  Why?  Because it means that I do not have to be limited to the Starbucks close to the PSU free wifi cloud (I have Will’s password so I can use it).  This means that I can go to any of the FOUR Starbucks within a fifteen minute walk from my apartment and work from there without having to go through some big ol’ hassle to get on the internet.

This means that it is all that much easier to leave the house for an afternoon without feeling guilty.  Why would I feel guilty when I can just take my work with me?

Here’s the thing.  Even though I sometimes look through the windows of coffee shops and scoff at all of the hipsters sitting inside with their laptops and their fancy haircuts and thick black glasses and odd hats and scarves, part of me has always kind of wanted to be one of them.  There has always been something appealing and kind of romanticesque to me about spending the afternoon hanging out in a coffee shop, working on my laptop and just…being out and amongst my other writery internetty people.  I find coffee shops to be kind of peaceful, even with the sounds of people talking and milk steaming and all that.  The main thing holding me back from becoming one of those people you see in coffee shops (aside from my obvious lack of fashion sense) is that I couldn’t justify the expense of a wifi account (I kind of need to be connected to the internet to do my job).  Now that it’s included…well, there really isn’t any reason not to go.

Hooray!

You know what’s fun?  Wasting two hours in a conversation with someone who ultimately decides not to hire you after all–when you have only a few days left to make the rent and REALLY should be working on other things that actually DO bring in money.

I spent this morning blasting Everclear through the computer speakers and working on a project that I’m really really jazzed about.  It’s not for this blog, so I can’t give away any details but I’m pretty excited about it all the same.  I was so into it, I didn’t even hear Will come home for lunch.  I see the same thing happening this evening.

Tomorrow is my “go in to downtown and spend the day working at the library and in coffee shops day.”  I am very excited for the break from the house.  A book I’ve been waiting to get my hands on is sitting on the hold shelf for me and it is going to be torture not reading it until I can safely say I’ve got the rent money in the bank.

Tonight I am making tacos for dinner.  I wish this was an inspired choice but really?  I chose it because I didn’t have the right ingredients to repeat last week’s super awesome tastic spaghetti sauce.

I DESPERATELY want to go to Wootstock in May.  Who wants to buy Will and I tickets to the event?

I’m thinking that it will not be smart to blast Everclear through my headphones tomorrow when I am out and about because if today is any indication, I cannot listen to them without also doing some head bangy chair dancing.

I am very excited to spend a couple of hours veg-ing in front of Grey’s Anatomy and Private Practice tonight.  I feel a little guilty doing that when I should be tracking down extra money for stuff but Will is Very Emphatic that I take a couple of hours off.  I? Have a really nice husband.

One of the worst things about working from home and, well, rarely leaving the house is that when I get sick?  Both Will and I know EXACTLY where I get it.  Before, when we both worked in retail we could blame any random illness I came down with on customers.  Now when I catch a bug it, like clockwork, happens within three days of his starting to feel better.  And I don’t just get what he had.  No, I have to (have to) take it to the next level.  Every time.  If I were competitive I’d probably take some sort of twisted pride in this.  But since I am not competitive in the slightest (not even on Words With Friends) I am mostly just annoyed.

So.  About a week and a half ago Will came down with this sinus…thing.  Like clockwork, I came down with a sinus thing three and a half days later. I felt it happen too.  It was like one minute I was feeling fine and over the course of fifteen minutes I was sick.  Blecch.

But it didn’t stop there.  Heck no!  Copying someone else’s sinus thing is for wimps.  I had to take it one step further and develop a chest thing too.

Without fail, every single illness I get moves into my bronchioles within a day or two.  I do not know why this is but I wish it would stop.

So.  It’s been a week now since I felt the onset of what I will call “the sludge.”  And I’m still blowing through paper towels (Viva paper towels are the only things strong enough to withstand the Niagra-like qualities of gunk that come flying out of my nostrils when I blow my nose) and coughing roughly every fifteen seconds.  And when I cough? It sounds like gravel in a blender.

I sound like I have some sort of horrible plague.  But? I *feel* fine!  Truly!  I feel fine.  Which is what makes this whole extra level of illness so irritating.

Anybody want to trade immune systems?  I’m so tired of mine!

First, the good news:  I have my “new” (aka refurbished and new to me) iPhone!  It came in today and I don’t think I’ve ever made it from our house to the Cedar Hills Shopping Center that fast on foot in the whole time we’ve lived here.  I got totally overheated (when am I going to learn that my new coat is actually warm?) and probably looked like a maniac but.  I have my beloved phone again.  It has been “restored” and, thanks to the resiliency of the sim card, I still have everything.  All of my photos, contacts and even my text message history are in tact.  The phone is charging right now but every few minutes I go over and pet it.

It is amazing at how completely dependent upon technology I have become.

When I was waiting for them to find my phone in their stock room I met a fellow writer!  Whose name I did not get!  But she was very friendly and we exchanged commiserations on how hard it is to find decent writing gigs these days (she’s a technical writer).  She asked for my name and I gave it to her, along with this here blog name, but I was so distracted by the getting my phone back/turning in of my “loaner” phone that I didn’t manage to get hers until she had already left the store.  Bummer.  But, if you’re reading: hello fellow in-line-waiter!  It was nice to meet you!

Next the pretty cool news:  I don’t know if you read or follow Kristin (of Kristabella fame), but she decided that, instead of giving up something for lent, she was going to do (among other things) try to post to her blog at least five times a week during lent.  We chatted about it on twitter when she was deciding whether or not to make the commitment and I told her that if she did it, I’d do it to.  So! More posting during lent to, hopefully, keep my blog mojo up.

Finally the arrrrgh news:  It’s crunch time.  You know how it gets when you live paycheck to paycheck and its the last week of the month and the rent is due and you and your husband are looking at each other and saying “oh crap.”?  Yeah that’s where we are right now.  This means that I super need to get my nose to the grindstone and turn up work and bring in money pretty much any way I can get it to come in.  So! This week’s postings might be sponsored.  And there WILL be ads appearing in the sidebar pretty soon to help bring in $$ for next month as well.  And that means yet another site re-design to accommodate everything.  Which, when paired with the awesome new posting frequency, might start to feel a little drudgey by Friday.  I’ll do my level best to keep it interesting around here, but if you suddenly see a few wonky links that I wouldn’t usually post? It’s a fair guess that someone is paying me a few bucks to stick them there.  Until next week, when I’ll get a lot more selective about advertising, paid posts and all that stuff.

Also? In case you couldn’t tell, I am caffeinated today.  Next week: decaffeination.  Again.  This ol’ wagon is getting a leeettle bit wobbly.

It’s Friday evening and you know what that means: blogging from a coffee shop at PSU!  I am, in fact, sitting not more than twenty feet away from where I sat last week when I revealed to all of you my Big Plan to sort of focus my purposes for this blog.  I had plans.  Big! Plans!

And then the plague hit my apartment.  Will came down with the sinus crud first and, thankfully, is mostly over it now.  I caught the sinus crud from him Tuesday and by yesterday night it had moved right on down to my chest.  I am not thrilled about this development, but I am also not surprised.  This happens every. single. time I get a cold or the flu.  Those of you who can just get a head cold? You are my heroes! Tell me how you do it!

So, while I have been (mostly) cooking at home this week, my big dinners have consisted mostly of chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.  I think I cooked something real at least once but hell if I can remember what it was.

Note to self: If you spend ten minutes making faces at your reflection in a dark window to entertain yourself while you try to remember what the hell you cooked besides soup and sandwiches, you should probably remind yourself that it is a WINDOW and not a MIRROR and that you are probably frightening the people standing around outside.  Whoops.

I know! I’ll cook something real tonight and post about that! Woo!

So remember how awesome (and caffeinated!) I felt yesterday morning?  Well, my day? Did not end on the same positive tone.

Oh, I got everything done that I wanted to do (and early! Thank you Real Simple for the pants ironing video!) and then…and then….

Then I dropped my super expensive iPhone in the toilet.  And even though I did everything I could to dry it out (including but not limited to using a hair dryer on it, blowing condensed air into it, vacuuming the moisture out of it–which was actually very successful–and leaving it in a bowl of rice over night) it died.

And then it turned out that the sniffles I’d been feeling all afternoon were not the result of simply being cold and too stubborn to turn on the heat but a full blown sinus thing.  A sinus thing that required two benadryl to help me sleep through the night.

It’s CRAZY how quickly my day went from awesome to total suck.  Arrrgggh.

The good news is that we foresaw my klutziness contributing to some sort of technology catastrophe when we bought our phones so we also bought the Best Buy insurance.  This insurance allows me to replace my phone (with a refurbished one) through Best Buy and not have to go through a bunch of craptastic red tape with Apple.  The guys I talked to today were all “yep, your insurance policy just paid for itself!” and I should have my new phone in a week (or less).

Can I give a quick shout out to my neighborhood Best Buy? The Beaverton Best Buy is teh awesome.  Seriously.  We have never ever had a bad experience there ever.  And today when I went in today to have them look at my phone both of the guys I worked with were very nice and funny and reassured me that everything would be fine and that replacing my phone wouldn’t be a problem.  They didn’t give me a hard time or ask “how did you drop it?” or any of that stuff.  They got me a “loaner” phone and charged it for me and laughed with me when it started lighting up with a bunch of missed messages.  Honestly–it doesn’t matter what we’re after when we’re there, we always have a good experience.

Oh, and just for the FTC’s sake?  I am giving this store review just because I feel like it.  I’m not being paid to gush for them and the best buy powers that be don’t even know that I’m writing this right now.  So there you go.

The flu/sinus thing though… It is no fun.  I don’t know where I’ve been for the last few years but I guess during that time the laws in Oregon have changed so that you are no longer allowed to get real Sudafed from a pharmacist by simply showing them your ID.  Nope, now you need a perscription.  Suckfest.

So I called the women’s clinic at OHSU to ask my doctor to phone in a perscription for the stuff but after talking to her and the nurse we decided that it would be better if I opted not to get it.  It turns out that taking it during the first trimester isn’t the greatest idea.  And since I’m allergic to Tylenol, this leaves me with Benadryl to help me sleep at night and toughing it out during the day if I want to stay awake.

And just to note: I AM NOT PREGNANT (that I know of).  But we are trying again and I am not taking even a tiny chance of contributing to something going wrong again.

This means that I get to try a bunch of natural remedies so earlier today I tried the holding my face over a big steaming pot of water for a half an hour with a towel over my head thing and that actually felt pretty good.  Now I’m off to search for more natural head cold/sinus remedies.  What’s your favorite?

Today is, well, “full” is kind of a good word.  There is house cleaning to be done, work-work to be done, blogging to be done, projects to be researched and…ironing Will’s clothes for the fancy engineering business dinner thing that he’s going to tonight (sans me, which I’m kind of okay with because engineering is not my deal.  It would be kind of like forcing him to go to a Grey’s Anatomy symposium).

These things are in addition to the trips to Fred Meyer and the UPS store that I have already checked off my list.

So, as most you might already know, we here in the Snarke household are “trying” again.  I thought about writing a post similar to Dooce’s “The Procedure” but decided against it.  But those of you who have read it will understand what I’m talking about.

But! My point!

Because we are “trying” again, I’m also trying to live sort of like we’ve already succeeded: giving up/cutting way down on my caffeine intake, eating healthy…er than we have been (not to difficult considering that for two months we ate pretty much only fast food or frozen dinners), etc.  According to all of the baby/pregnancy books pregnant women can have up to 200mg of caffeine a day.

By the way: just because “the procedure” has been reconvened does not mean that we have succeeded at anything yet, so please don’t get all “ohmigod!” on me.

But! Back to My Point!

On Friday I may have accidentally had quite a lot of extra caffeine, thanks to the 16 oz cremekula I ordered at Seattle’s Best without asking it to be espresso free (I thought they were the same things as the non-espresso’d frapuccinos at Starbucks.  Oops) and ended up containing a double shot of espresso as well as my total stubbornness and refusal to give up my table by the outlet to order a new one when I discovered my mistake.

I might have been awake until after five in the morning thanks to that, but…bygones.

Anyway, so I was really caffeinated on Friday/Saturday morning and so have spent the last couple of days going through caffeine withdrawal headaches.  Which TOTALLY defeats the whole “giving up/cutting way back on caffeine” goal I’ve been working toward.  So I resolved No More Caffeine.

Then this morning I woke up feeling kind of sluggish and bleh and overwhelmed by just how much I have to do today–which included a trip to Fred Meyer where they have a soda fountain.  So.  I decided to look up the caffeine content in Pepsi.

And it is totally within the 200mg cutoff point.  According to the site I found, a 20 oz Pepsi has 63 mgs of caffeine.  Score!

So.  I have been slurping on a caffeinated Pepsi and have quite a lot of energy now.  Which will really help me get everything done.

That’s right.  I get an energy buzz on the caffeine in soda.  I? Am a lightweight.  Which is why soda is the strongest beverage I usually drink (except for when I accidentally end up with double shot cremekulas).

It has taken all of my self control not! to! end! every! sentence! with! exclamation! points!  (a sure sign that the caffeine has gone straight to my head).

So.  After my big “I’m going to be more domestic and blog about it!” announcement, what do you think I did?  Did I go right home and cook a big dinner from scratch for my husband?  Did I thoroughly clean our apartment from top to bottom?  Did I spend my weekend organizing stuff?

Heck no!  We went to Ikea for a new desk chair (and wok for me and pillow for Will), to WinCo for some groceries and then spent the rest of the weekend lying around.  I made frozen DiGorno pizza for dinner on Valentine’s Day.

We’re extremely cash poor these days so, even though it is our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple, I wanted to keep things low key.  I didn’t want Will to have to worry about whether or not we could afford to go to dinner (nevermind that every place we’d want to go would probably be packed) and I didn’t want him to buy me any presents.  In fact–for this Valentine’s Day I really really wanted to spoil him.

So, I found a card (“If our love were a garden I’d wanna be your hoe”), some “naughty” dice and, because when we saw it in the store he went into a childhood nostalgia riff, a box of 24 packets of fun dip (which in this context sounds x-rated, but is not).  And, for the BIG gift, I told him that he could spend the whole day in front of World of Warcraft without nary a complaint from me.

To add just a little hint of “awww, we’re married now and soooooooooooooo in love”-ness to our day, after we finished eating our pizza we defrosted the tier of our wedding cake that has been sitting in our freezer since the wedding and ate most of it.

As a present to me, Will said we could wear our geek shirts (his: “geek”, mine: “I <heart> my geek”) and, after spending the morning and afternoon in front of his game, he spent most of the evening curled up on the couch with me watching stuff that we’ve saved on the DVR.

In a word? Awesome.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it enough here or not, but I have developed quite an affinity for the movie Julie & Julia.  I have eluded to the fact that Julie & Juila has become my “go to” movie when I just want to curl up, veg and feel happy warm fuzzies.   This affection rivals those months in college when my friend Teresa and I watched Empire Records over and over and over again (she even had it set to repeat in her VCR) and left each other quotes from the movie on our white boards.

I’ve written about how the movie has inspired me to blog more often and more…put-myself-out-there-y.   It made me think about why I started this blog (my SIX YEAR bloggiversary passed a few weeks ago, can you believe it?!?) and where I hope to take it.

What I haven’t talked about is how the Julia Child part of the story has inspired me as well.   I have been going through what some might call a Julia Child “phase.”  I’ve checked out The Way to Cook and Julia’s Kitchen Wisdom from the library.  I bought My Life in France.  I have DVDs of The French Chef checked out from Netflix. But this is more than a reading about and watching DVDs about someone with whom I have become recently fascinated.  This has led to action.  Real and practical action.  I’m cooking at home almost every night now. I’m trying new things.  I’m learning about food and how it’s put together.  No kidding, I was reading through The Way to Cook like it was a novel.

I’ve also been developing an affinity for Martha Stewart.  I watched a Nightline interview with her a while ago and was left with a “wow, she’s kind of a badass” feeling about her.  Until I watched that I’d sort of regarded her as one of those Femzillas–the ones who think women NEED to grow their own rose gardens just so that they can have fresh petals for centerpieces or else they are failures as women.  It turns out she’s more of an “I do this because I have the time and get paid to think this stuff up.  Normal women have far more important things to do with their brains” and I totally respect that.

Growing up I had absolutely no use for domesticity of any kind. Over the last few years, though–since I’ve had a home of my own that I’ve wanted to feel proud of–I’ve started to come around to the idea of learning how to do all of that domestic stuff.  Granted, I’m limited by a few things: budget being the biggest and the limitations of apartment living (hello expensive coin op washers and dryers with only three settings) being another, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that there are things I can start learning and experimenting with now.

And then, one morning a couple of weeks ago I was trying to be a “good wife” and iron some pants that Will wanted to wear to a dinner thing.  After it took me more than a half an hour to iron those pants I declared “that is effing good enough.”  and gave up.  As I was hanging the pants back up (and hoping Will wouldn’t mind the damn creases I couldn’t seem to stop ironing into the back of the pant legs) I thought to myself “I bet Martha Stewart has a trick that will teach me how to iron these damn things perfectly in five minutes.  And I bet her fitted sheets get folded perfectly too.”

And, though I did not actually go look up Martha Stewart hints on ironing and sheet folding, an idea began to take form.

I thought “what if I blogged about all of this?”

And one of my big ideas was born.

I’ve toyed for a few weeks with the idea of starting a new blog that would be dedicated to my learning how to be a domestic diva.

But I decided against it.

Why?

The biggest reason is that, after my wedding, one of my friends had an idea for the same kind of website that the two of us could work on together.  We were both really jazzed about the idea of going in on a site together and doing a joint venture complete with advertising, and all of the bells and whistles.  And then life got busy.  Super busy.  For both of us.  So we haven’t gotten the idea off the ground.  But hopefully when things calm down we can revisit it. (Not that I’ve actually brought this up with her, but Hi friend! What do you think?)

The other big reason for not branching out with this topic is that, thanks to my sore lack of direction or focus on this blog, it is easier to incorporate these (mis)adventures here than it would be to build a whole new site for it.  The things I plan on trying out, playing with and blogging about are not things that I would not ordinarily write about here anyway.   While there are topics that it would be hard to fit into the general feel of this blog, learning to cook and clean and, well, be Donna Reed (but badasser) is not one of them.

So.  That’s part of the big news that I was planning on talking about yesterday.  I’m going to be applying a semi-focus to this site.

The other part of the big news that I was planning on talking about yesterday is that I plan on advertising and promoting the crap out of this as well as putting ads back up on this site.  I WILL be doing paid posts for things that, I think, tie into these topics.  I’ll hopefully find some sidebar and potentially post footer advertising.

The whole ad thing isn’t something that I am in love with.  But here’s the thing: Will and I? Need every stream of income that I can come up with.  And even if the ads and paid posts only bring in five bucks a month, that is five more dollars than we would have had otherwise. I do not view this as “selling out.”  I view this as “trying to help provide for my family.”

So there will be some design changes happening to this site over the next couple of weeks as I figure out what works and what does not.  Be patient and it should even out before too long.

So how does this all tie in to the way my day got away from me yesterday and how that getting-away-ness was oddly appropriate?

Yesterday I:

• made cupcakes for Will to take in to work as an early Valentine’s Day treat for his coworkers (and because I had a knot in my knickers to do some baking and needed an excuse)
• Did four loads of laundry
• Washed a bunch of dishes
• Cleaned our apartment (I even vacuumed!)
• Cooked Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo for dinner (our battle cry last nigh? “Fettuccine is a bitch!”)
• And did some work too.

So the day that I was going to talk about the new domestic semi-focus for my blog, I got caught up in doing very domestic things! Kind of fitting.

This post? Is far too long for a Friday evening.