Gene’s out of town starting Monday, so I think Chef Lainey will probably live on Taco Bell and frozen food for awhile. (Ooh, triple coupons at the grocery through tomorrow…yippee!).
But anyway: Tonight we’re eating out with our friends the Atheists. Last night was curry. It was delicious but I think the coconut milk was old, so I’m going to buy newer coconut milk and try again. (Now I know why I’m obsessed with expiration dates!). Thursday was the pasta bake. And I think I have already bored you to tears with the rest this week’s dinners.
I never knew how much time it takes to cook. On top of that, the drive home from work is taking more time and I’m supposed to make up 7.5 hours from PT appointments. Plus, Monday I have to meet with our insurance salesman. I really think I may call and ask to postpone until Gene gets home. And every day next week (except Monday) I have to do the doggie daycare run, which will totally suck as school is in session and the traffic is maddening. I am considering cancelling PT next week so I won’t add to my time to make up log. UGH.
I think we’re close to being finished with all the legal BS from the accident. It’s not going to make us millionaires – maybe it’ll help the lawyer buy a new Mercedes*, but that’s just how it goes, right? – but I think it’ll help us pay down a little debt after the medical bills are done. I still can’t tell you, blogsphere, how much I wish the accident had just never happened, though. Ignorance is bliss. Things could have been much, much worse – I think back to those awful seconds before I knew for certain that Gene and the boy were alive – so I know we’re so fortunate, but this is all just something I would have been pleased to have skipped.
And now, dinner at Sullivan’s. And you know what that means! Cocktails!
* a toy Mercedes, at that.