You know things aren't looking good when you only have a bowl of MSG for dinner. No really. This Japanese instant soup might as well be labeled MSG soup with mushroom flavoring.



Despite my big talk earlier, I'm sorely missing my man. Triggered by the plasticized hairy chicken foot he left on the dining room table. I've decided to spend an evening penning love letters to my dearly absent husband. But somehow, Dear Sweetie letters have a sneaky way of turning into todo lists for when C returns. Another sad case of domestic romance being hijacked by renovation.



Been feeling a bit down lately. Not just the recall, the mess in Iraq or the general disgraceful state of the world. Probably just a case of arrested intellectual development.