Bonne fête, Punkie G!

Today it is spring outside and I have things to do. I have to do my laundry, prepare butter chicken, wake up G and make a grocery list. Not necessarily in that order, of course. Perhaps I'll do the butter chicken first; that way, I'll be able to clear up the kitchen for G's Projet nouilles et boeuf and I won't be so rushed when my family gets here.

I keep thinking of thoughtful, intelligent things to write... and then I don't write them. The other day I composed a long rant (at least I think it was a rant, I can't remember) in my head, about something or other, and then was too lazy to sit down and write it when I got home.