Busy weekend! I’m just popping in because I wanted to show you what one of our dinner components was; if you make this all the time then please just humor me and tell me what a cooking genius I am anyway… Tonight I made marinated London broil, twice-baked potatoes, and this. It’s an iceberg wedge salad, which I had for the first time at one of our favorite steakhouses a couple of years ago, and it changed my life. Okay, that’s exaggerating a little bit. Sue me. Anyway, if you’re interested in making this, I’m going to tell you how I did it. Core and wash a head of iceberg…
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Do-It-Yourself Anesthesia In 2 1/2 Hours or Less
My adventures with Weaselmomma are always good times. In fact, I was going to link to our past outings as I usually do, but we’re building up a large collection of those–and frankly, I’m feeling lazy about it–so I just created a LABEL called “Weaselmomma” (you’re welcome, WM!). If you want to read about our times of mayhem and madness, click on the label when you finish this post and you’ll be whisked away to some of our past get-togethers. Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes, we always have fun. Always. So what I’m about to describe to you should not give you the impression that it wasn’t loads…
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O-nay Roblem-pay
Shew. As you might recall, yesterday was the opening day for a movie that the 17 year old and I have been dying to see. If you don’t recall this (or are a new reader), you’ll want to get the background stories. Click here first, and then here. Go ahead, I’ll wait. So, we saw it. The end. Just kidding! I told you I’d keep you posted. Here’s what happened. I told the younger boy that he could invite a friend or two and go with us to the theater, but to a different movie (obviously). I would have felt like a mean mom, taking the older one to a…