Went to Lucky's and bought pigs in blankets makings, and replenished my Kourabiethes supplies, or so I thought. Went to TJ's but they were not stocking their fondue mix and the place was overrun with screaming children and shouting parents wearing way too many layers. I bolted and drove home.
Played online, discovered that the ebay app hid the seller's description of the phone, which hints that it is not in working order, and the seller said this in words which showed she did not know much about replacing the screen on this phone. She said she replaced the screen, but not the digitizer, but some research says these items come fused together, they are one unit. More on this later, when it arrives. I may have got lucky, or I may have to see if it can be repaired or re-sold.
Home, watched LSU clobber Clemson, until the 4th quarter when LSU decided to shoot for the bowl record for stupid 15-yard penalties, and lost in the final second, which I think was the first time Clemson was ahead. ESPN's commentators were extremely rude and obnoxious, they talked all the time, they even talked over the ref's calls, guessing wrong at what his call would be. At some point I found out how many molars one of the tackles was missing, and how upset his grandma, who had raised him when his parents were jailed for looting their own home after Katrina, was about his dental bills.
Both teams are the Tigers, but Clemson's colors are red & white, while LSU's colors at least include yellow, which is sort of a tiger-like color. As for Clemson, what does it say about a football team which looks like each player has been stomped on the head by a giant tiger?
After the game I took a break and tried a trick. Instead of trying to feed Kaan his meds by hand, I squirted his dose on what is supposed to be his treat food, and brought it to him in be, where he was curled up. He ate about 2/3 of it, I think he got all the medicine, because in a few minutes he was in the livingroom curled up on the floor in front of the recliner, not being quite awake.
Somewhere in there I chopped 4 turkey franks into 4 sections each, and wrapped them in Pilsbury bread stick dough from on of those neato pop-out cannisters. 12 minutes later I had perfect pigs.
Read a chapter in The Bloggess' book, it was not one of her best. It is not really possible to make severe agoraphobia coupled with psychotic paranoia read like a comedy. Especially when she's mostly not taking the right dosage of her meds at the right times, and not carrying them with her when she needs to.
Back to the livingroom, reheated some pigs, refilled the egg nog glass, added more nutmeg, and settled in to watch Ryan Seacrest not be Guy Lombardo, let alone Dick Clark. I was thrilled that when the ball dropped they played Guy Lombardo's Auld Lang Syne, which is what I grew up with in NY.
I gave bits of franks to Domino, who snapped them out of my fingers, so I put down a whole pig in blanket for her. She worried at it a bit, but could not figure out how to separate the meat from the bread, and came back for more bits. Kaan wandered over there and played with it like it was a catnip toy. He got bored with that and went toplay with a pink woven pretzel toy, but he had shaken up the pig enough for Domino to get it out and eaten.
Somewhere in there I started thinking about making an edible batch of Korabiethes from the Olde Recipe and realized I had forgotten to buy more butter. I don't even have margarine in that quantity. Will remedy that tomorrow.
Set the Tivo to record the way too early Rose Parade.
Plans for tomorrow:
Try another TJ's for fondue, maybe
Watch the Rose Bowl
Enjoy the day off