Keith has been taking the Internet card with him into work so he can take his online classes during the down time. This means that I have been eating my oatmeal and drinking coffee while watching morning TV, not the most inspiring of activities.
This morning "Red Dragon" happened to be playing, so I watched it all the way through for like the zillionth time. I was pretty sure I wasn't freaked out, but afterward, while I was pottering around the house, Keith turned a corner into the kitchen, just like that. I hadn't even heard him open the door.
I screamed to high heaven. It was a full blown, oh-my-god, I'm going to die kind of scream.
Note to self: don't start your day with a Hannibal Lecter movie.
In other news, I have started the Clomid countdown, so the end of this month is going to be far worse than usual. So many people get pregnant the first month while using this drug and if they don't get pregnant in the first three months, the chances of getting pregnant on it drop.
So, no pressure.
My mood and my thighs have really improved from the weight loss video. I feel awesome. I think my waist line has shrunk a little, but mostly I'm just swapping fat for muscle and therefore the scale is not budging much.
I attempted to make another loaf of bread yesterday. If you are a long time reader, you will remember my whole wheat loaf of death that I made last fall; the one that caused me to stay up all night hugging the commode.
So what caused me to try bread again I have no idea. But I was determined, I even bought special bread flour. The darn thing wouldn't rise. I tried all kinds of things, it stayed flat and cold and sticky. Finally I put the lump in the oven anyway and it made a kind of crusty bread puddle.
But I'm not giving up! I'm going to try a sweet, savory marinade today, but I can already pretty much assure you that it won't turn out well because the local Kroger's doesn't have chipotle. (What a shock!)
Maybe I'll look for another marinade recipe....
Oh, finally, the other day when putting together the lasagna o' Love, I couldn't find my ricotta cheese. I was certain I'd bought some but it just wasn't anywhere in the fridge. Finally I shrugged it off and drove off to the store to pick up some more.
Well, yesterday I got in the car to run an errand and immediately knew where that ricotta had been. It had rolled out of its plastic bag in the trunk, where it later died after a couple days of ninety degree heat. It burst from its plastic container and leaked rancid juice all over the upholstery.
I do believe my car is going to be eternally haunted by the ghost of ricotta past.
