She's psychic! She would know!

So. We had breakfast for dinner, with scrambled eggs and bacon and toast (and not toaster toast, oven toast, which is always better because you can toast it with the butter already on) and hash browns (fried! not baked! because we were baking the toast!) and everything was delicious and crispy and wonderful. Except the eggs. They weren't crispy, because that would be gross.

Anyway! It's storytime again, like I promised, only it's not about my mother, it's another Awesome Tale of Awesome TV Awesomeness. I was working the other day and Sister Girl came home and flopped down and turned on the TV and happened across the Lifetime Television Movies for Women and People Staying Home Sick (or Maybe Just Hungover) Channel, which was having a Nora Roberts marathon. "Heh," she said. "I saw this the other night." ( Shoot him! WELL, SHOOT HIM! )

Friday night, sleepy

Well, after last night's two entries, I don't have much else to say.

( Linkspam )