It's the little thing in life. Breakfast time, and as I stood in front of the electric cast iron grill/skillet, I reflected that there is just no better sound than the sound of an egg frying in a little pat of butter. You know, that percolating sound the egg makes as it's bubbling. A second reflection is that there actually is a better sound, and that is of frying bacon. Nothing says morning like eggs and bacon on the grill. Of course it wasn't technically morning anymore, it was well after ten AM, but hey, things like time are casual around here. We eat when we are hungry, sleep when we are tired, and leave for a while when we get tired of the same old same old. Nobody complains.
Being very bored, because the housework is done, and having nothing really to do, I started perusing the FaceBooger and got drawn in by an ad. I don't like bait click, and I'm usually pretty immune, but this time I bit. It was for a 3D Christmas rug. Of Santa, and it was cool. Shut up and take my money! I got off the click bait and went to Amazon, and my gosh, they really do have everything from A to Z, cause they had 'em. I must have looked for an hour at all the different rugs and concluded that not only do I need one of these for my Coffee Lounge/Girl's Barbie Hangout/Christmas Room, Katie needs one, too. So I started texting her, spamming, really, and although apologetic, I really wasn't sorry, and she loved it as much as I thought she would.
Finally, though, with a sigh, 'cause I didn't buy any of it, at least not yet, I got up and went in search of something creative to do and found myself in the office. I gave it a little tidy and then sat down with the TPCC. I fiddled around with them a little bit. I have the four characters that Katie made, at age 9 or so, all finished being restored. And I have the four unfinished ones that her girls are currently making, right now just painted tubes, without their paper people. I stood them all up how they will be when the choir is complete. But something just wasn't quite right. Something about the four behind the four. We needed another member for the choir, so we could stagger the singers and all could be seen. And I just happened to have an extra one that I had drawn up and discarded as not needed, when the girls were last here working on this project. So I pulled up my Sharpies and got to work. Now we have nine in the Toilet Paper Christmas Choir, and I have to say I am pretty proud of my "artwork". I did notice though, that after I glued him down, that compared to Katie's vintage pieces, mine looks a wee bit on the fleshy side.
I saw an advert today on Facebook for the local Creative Art Center. I used to be a member of the art club, and know the people there quite well, and they know me. I try to keep up with their events, even though I haven't been there since the Mr. got sick. This was an ad for a "meet and greet". The idea is to come and meet other artists, and bring the current piece you are working on. I couldn't help but giggle as I got a mental picture of me showing off my toilet paper choir collection to those award winning artists.
I'm still giggling.
Afternoon and the Mr. was hungry, so we decided to go for a drive and get something to eat. This pleases me, because it means no dishes. We were passing a new place and suddenly pulled in and decided to try it. We went in and were seated by the waitress and given menus, which made my mouth water. Potato poppers, made of fried mashed potato balls, with bacon and cheese. How could you go wrong? The usual chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and soups, rolls, all southern food, and all sounding great. There was even Italian Weddin' Cake and Red Velvet with Cream Cheese Icing.
So I considered the cheese platter, because, Hey, pinch me and I am made of cheese, but instead talked myself into steak fingers with gravy and the mashed 'taters. The Mr. ordered a fried pork chop and Mac n' Cheese. We both ordered the onion rings, and that was a good thing, because it was literally the only edible thing on the menu. The plates came and I swear I have never seen such a large pork chop, but it didn't look like a pork chop. It was so thickly breaded that it was kind of an obscure pork chop. If I hadn't seen him order it, I would have had to autopsy it to find out what it was. Turns out he didn't like the Velveeta like Mac 'n Cheese, and I didn't like the 'taters, so we traded sides. I picked up a steak finger and it immediately fell out of it's breading, leaving me with naked steak, which wasn't so appetizing. I left the steak and ate the breading. I ate the Mac 'n Cheese, well some of it. Did I mention that I was already kind of full when we got there, because I had been in the middle of making deviled eggs when The Mr. steered me to the car. I had already had about four, because I didn't know we were going out to eat, and now I was as stuffed as those eggs, but wait, The Mr. decided we needed cake! So after dithering between the Eyetalllion Weddin' Cake, or the Red Velvet, he chose the red. She brought it to the table and I took a bite, but didn't say what I was thinkin'. Turns out I didn't have to 'cause the Mr. said it for me. He summed it up in one word, dry. And My, my, was he so right. Dry as the Sahara Desert, sawdust with a very, very sweet icing on top. Made my teeth sweat.
The Mr. asked for a military discount, and got an entire dollar off the meal, which was about 40 bucks. Not a terrible price. We have had far worse food for much higher prices, so we shut up and went on our way.
I didn't mention that I got a couple of calls from Alyssa, bookending the day. The first this morning, was looking for her non slip shoes, which she has to have for class. She couldn't find them and was wondering if she had left them here. Turns out the room mate had stuffed them in her desk drawer. She finally found them and made it to class. I talked to her at the end of the day, and she told me she had reported the room mate, and that she would be moving rooms again, after Thanksgiving break. I hope she gets a good room mate this time, instead of Room Mate With a Support Cat, or Super Control Freak Room mate. It's about time she had some friends. I am so proud of her for taking care of this herself. She is finally acting like an adult and I am so glad I did not interfere. She got it done.
Tomorrow is Tuesday. I have nothing on the schedule except vacuuming the living room and watering the outside plants, which are about as bone dry as that red velvet cake we had tonight.
I include some screen shots of some of the rugs I looked at today, most Christmas, but one or two, library themed, and a picture of my latest soloist in the TPCC. I made him and will make the girls' singers about a half an inch higher than the vintage singers, so that they look like they are on risers, and can be seen a bit better. Clearly, upon review of that last sentence, I think I am way overthinking this project. But I don't care. This has been a great deal of fun.
I can't believe I'm going to say this. I think I'm hungry.
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