Another TGIF!

At lunch today, I took in my two 20% off coupons to Bed, Bath & Beyond and bought two items that were on sale. One was a matched pair of Calphalon non-stick frying pans (one 10 inch and one 12 inch). I've made many a delicious meal in my personal frying pan, but its getting tired and these met all my requirements: non-stick; stay-cool and oven-proof handles (you can't make a good frittata without it!) and a heavy, hard-anodized pan.

The other was a Mr. Coffee programmable coffee maker (my old Proctor-Silex coffee maker is pretty tired, too, and not programmable). Both were on sale to start with, and with the two coupons, I think I made out quite well.

Once home, I started the week's laundry, put up another cup hook on the hutch (for the second fry pan) and retired my old pan to the cupboard (I was thinking I might take it over and leave it at my Mom's house, so I don't have to lug it back and forth when I cook for her).

Went outside and refilled the suet cage and bird feeder. I also shredded up some left-over hamburger buns and threw them under the feeder. Refilled the bird bath and figured my obligations to the squirrels and my feathered friends had all been met.

Then, back to the garage! I dug out the components that made up my standing wood rack, as I belatedly realized the bench would not take up the entire wall. I cut it all down 15 inches and reassembled it, attached it to the wall and then gave it and the two shelves a coat of paint. Somewhere in the middle of this, the buzzer on the stove went off, signaling me that the pants and shirts in the dryer were ready to hang up (I left the socks in the dryer for later).

So, with the wood rack and shelves drying, I checked the clock and it wsa 7:40 PM. Which struck me as odd, as I believe it was the same time yesterday when I stopped working (I checked, and it was). Coincidence, or is there something more sinister at work here?

Anyway, I browned up some hamburger and a chopped onion. Almost too late, I remembered I had a package of mushrooms that would be going bad unless I used them soon, so gave them a rough chop and threw them in too. I put a pound of penne pasta on to boil and added a jar of store-bought pasta sauce to my hamburger/onion/mushroom mix (I know what you're thinking, it's so easy to make your own pasta sauce, what's up with this? But, I'm tired, it's the end of a long week and I need to have this ready by 9:00 PM and the Friday Night Fights!)

Drained the pasta, put it back in the pan to dry out a bit, then added the sauce and let it all get happy while I made myself a well-deserved drink.

Settled into watching the fights and sometime before they ended at midnight, I fell asleep. Woke up at 2:00 AM and turned everything off. Woke up at 4:30 AM and decided to write this down and post it. I guess there is something to be said for having an old, beat-up bladder as it never lets your night's sleep be too long...

But, that's okay. As a friend of mine once said, sleep is just little slices of death. On the other hand, as I just read in a book and if you think about it, it's true: I come from a long line of dead people...

Enough weirdness! Back to bed now...