Join Me in Snarkville

Literally.

I had a very wise grandfather who, as the Queen Mum would say, “called ‘em like he saw ‘em.” When I was 16 and getting my driver’s license, he made a comment, “Any idiot can read a gas gauge.  There is NO reason to run out of gas.”  And to this day, I’ve never been stuck on the side of the road out of gas.  (I’ve been on serious fumes coming into the station, but never out of gas.)

Last night I made an outstanding dinner.  It involved turkey fillets wrapped in bacon (’nuff said, right?) and they were cooking on the grill, when Prince came in and said, “We are out of gas.  Guess we will finish these up in the broiler.”  I turn on the broiler (a broiler I’ve NEVER in my life used) and he brought in the food.  It smelled devine.  It looked devine.  I thought, “It looks a little done.”  So I grab my handy, dandy meat thermometer (thank you, Daddy) and check.  Exactly the right for done.  I turn off the oven and announce, “Dinner’s ready.”

And to this day, I still say that I’ve never run out of gas — however, I’ve had a remarkable experience in which my food was done at the same time I needed to change the propane tank.

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As for the other random stuff in my life:

• Tomorrow night I pick up a borrowed set of 3.75mm tips for my sweater!  I should have my very own tips by Saturday.
• I am about to begin the fun of ‘interviewing’ the knitting bags for the cruise.  I enjoy this part where I order a bunch of bags and instantly reject them because they fit *MY* needs — of yes, there isn’t anything depressing about that at all.
• I am not sleeping well again.  This has become such a theme that Prince asked me if I should ‘talk to my doctor’ — um, unless he can give me a script for a new bigger bed, I’m doubting that will be much help.  The night before last I was so hot with all the furry animals on top of me that I had a series of what can only be described as ‘fever’ nightmares.  I woke up at 1:30am with fear in my toes of going back to sleep — oh, but I’m so sleepy at that point I couldn’t keep my eyes open — I actually had the thought of “I don’t want to go back to sleep, but I can’t help it.  This *IS* the real nightmare.”  So, perhaps last night would be better?  Oh, but no.  You see last night, my cat at 5am was pawing at me.  I think it is to roll over so he can sleep on top of me — nope, sorry, it was to “move over” so I can sleep next to you on *MY* side of the bed.  You see, Prince has a side, and the dog has a side, and apparently my cat has a side  — which I think leaves me…

• “Sideless in Snarkville”  (oh, yes, I do amuse myself, why?)

• Finally, there is travel forthcoming and I’m so not prepared.  As of right this second, I’m not even to the pre-pre-packing stage.  I’ve not thought through the suitcases.  I’ve given no thought to my clothing, Duke’s clothing, or anything.  I don’t know what knitting to bring; books to read or movies to download.  I’m in a slight state of panic when I looked at the calendar and realized that with activities, plans, and other commitments (read: attempt to sleep at somepoint) Prince and I have exactly 4 hours to get this all pulled together. HOW??  HOW???