I woke up to miserable, drenching rain. No doggie walks. Lots of stir crazy.
I made potato soup for the Friday fooding.
I fiddled with Photoshop and Illustrator and finished my punchlist for http://www.microspotting.com. Added a plugin, found out the YouTube API has some issues, made pretty logo graphics, etc.
The last (or next-to-last) 1099 came in the mail, so I did a quick run through of our taxes. Yay, taxes. I'll have to block out some time with copious amounts of tea and chocolate to do the final tally.
We went to WalMart and bought a belt for Rebecca and a scale for the bathroom. When we got home, we discovered that they had not rung up the belt on the receipt. We will go back on Monday to pay for it. Annoying.
We went out to dinner at Bonefish. They have a gluten-free menu; I had trout with lemon butter, Matthew had a steak, and the baby had calamari tentacles, French fries, and key lime pie. The kids shared a brownie with strawberry sauce and vanilla ice cream for dessert after they cleaned their plates. It was really nice.
I made a huge pot of chili, extra hot. Triple the peppers, and a whole can of chipotles in adobo sauce. It went over very well. I also made gluten-free cornbread from a mix; not half bad.
We used the wagon to haul the television back from the shed, as Matthew threw his back out when he carried it out in the first place.
I ate a muffuletta for dinner. Well, half of one. It is the best sandwich in the whole wide world. It was, alas, homemade and not from Anthony's Italian Deli, but I will live.
I did the math assignment that I've been avoiding for the last week. It was not hard, I was just uninspired.
Rebecca finished half of a flower on her new counted cross stitch kit. Suddenly math is important. Stitches left in a row, reading charts, oh no! Math!
I caught Marcus reading instead of doing his grammar. He was sitting at his desk with his book in his lap so as to look like he was doing grammar. Like mother, like son?
I accidentally left the top loose on the pail of dog food and we caught Kaylee just as she'd worked it off and was beginning to chew through the bag. Clever. She was most unhappy about having the whole five gallon pail taken away from her. I gave her a handful of frozen peas to make up for it.
