glutenfreeliac

that moment when you realize the number of open jars of olives you have in your refrigerator exceeds five. yeah.

for the record, i was totally willing to walk to dinner. but i was even more willing to agree that we should drive instead.

interesting reading. Going “gluten-free” might not solve all of your wheat intolerances http://t.co/CLs91MZjiG

sure i’m last to the party, but just in case, kraft velvet cheesy skillets recalled due to soy (and soy sauce): http://t.co/DmV5i6JwII

at some point, must explain to husband that he needs to acquire wine for me. or maybe we’ll swill champagne tonight. #holidaytomorrow

one final thought before i begin the big persuasion: could someone open a pho joint in my neighborhood? thank you.

making this for dinner: http://t.co/mbKE2AOakV er, the husband is cooking and i’m supervising. what could go wrong?

(amazing thing: he really did do the cat shopping in less than ten minutes. would have taken me that long to reach the door.)

anyway, going to break 4,000 steps today. in related news, planned “big” walk to the corner and back is being postponed for a week.

he has the basics down, but, you know, details and all that. still, feel i must encourage his kitchen efforts.

it really is easier than it seems! How to Make Real-Deal Thai Food at Home http://t.co/XmjRKevYPk

neighbors getting sunday mail delivery. i like to think i pioneered that service in our neighborhood. also, it’s still sorta weird.

husband, continuing his awesomeness while i’m injured, is making omelets tonight. once he figures out how.

due to wonky work VPN, am doing all the work on my phone. while i am amazed by modern technology and all that, am also dismayed a bit.

planning to crawl into bed early because my body is thinking 4:30 a.m. is the new 7 a.m. it is not. trust me on this.

leading to this: is it lowest of low to text or DM husband so he can bring me magazines? pretty sure i’d fall over if i tried to grab them.

also (not whining), but i have my first fitbit friend. it’s my younger sister. now we can get our competition on!

note to self: tomorrow you must get up and go to the office. people will ask you questions. also, remember to wear real shoes, not slippers.

happy new year to all! (and to all good night)

something that has fascinated me for a while. The Shelf-Life of Gluten-Free Bread: http://t.co/hYYjJVXu4n