Hi everyone. My last post was last Saturday. Where does the time go? There must be two kinds of people--those who live each day, and those who sit on their butts and blog about the life they don't have, each day.

I'm too busy to blog everyday, aren't you? I'm not sure who reads all the trillion billion blogs in the world, but I can tell you most of them are boring.

Which is why I don't blog all that much. How many more people besides my family and my DH (dear husband as they say in ONLINE shorthand) must I inflict my nattering thoughts upon? Apparently, everyone. I'm being encouraged to blog. So this is not all my fault.

Today is Leap Day, and I must point out that I met my DH 24 years ago on this day. We didn't hit it off--we famously didn't hit it off--but look at us now. 

FREE ADVISE: Sometimes it's best to meet someone at your most superficial, shallow, and annoying level. Anything more they learn about you will be a vast improvement. You can only go up in their esteem. Believe me.

So look at us now--happily together for 24 years.  

As for the DH term. I find it kind of stupid, but my DH doesn't like his name bandied about on the World Wide Web for all to see, so I guess I'm stuck calling him DH. Although it could stand for Designated Husband. As if I had a walk-in closet filled with Husbands one for each occasion or day at work depending on my schedule and the occasion.

My athletic DH for the times I'm walking around Lake Calhoun in Minneapolis; looking buff and model-handsome; my intellectual pipe smoking tweedy jacket DH for walking around Lake of the Isles, the one who loves to discuss Jane Austen, the Coen Brothers and what their movies really mean over really strong mocha lattes with a hint of vanilla from Madagascar; my totally suburban SUV driving DH who wears his cap backward (What up bro) sport shorts and sneakers even to church, to let people know that even though he lives in the suburbs--he's still  "young!" and plugged into the nonsuburban parallel universe; my DH who is the earnest hardworking platinum collar professional who exudes East Coast private school grooming (he gets his nails buffed because other executives do notice!!!!) This is the one I like to take to be seen with driving in the Mercedes, going to Open Houses and Parade of Superfantastic Homes, and fancy soirees about town.

Oh but I digress.

Did I tell you that my DH bought me a new Kenmore stove and GE microwave for Valentine's Day? Not on purpose but the timing just worked out that way. Actually, it's his sneaky idea of trying to lure me into the kitchen and eventually make me start cooking. As if. As if one day, I would just wake up walk into the kitchen and muse, "Hmm. What should we have for dinner?" That would only happen if I fell and hit my head.

It's cute though, hearing him try to charm me into the kitchen.

"Come in here honey. Look. This button turns on the oven light so you can see stuff baking!"

Or, this ruse. 

"Huh. Well, that's cool. We have a warming drawer. Just like one of those British Aga stoves, only lots less expensive and we didn't have to reinforce the floor. You can pretend you're in one of your Rosamund Pilcher novels, making tea and warming scones for your cozy bookclub friends."

 Even this one.

"Say. Did you see this feature? It's a simmer burner. You can keep soup hot all day without scorching."

Ha. He can keep dreaming. Until they make a magic pantry that stocks everything I need for a recipe, I'll pass thank you very much. Like last week. I made my sensational "once in a lunar  eclipse" green and white lasagne--you remember we did have a lunar eclipse last week, right?) and for once, I had everything except...a yellow onion. A yellow onion. I called the DH on the cell phone, hoping to catch him on his way home from work. Oh, and a bundle of parsley. How can this be? I have riccota cheese, I have the mozzarella cheese, I have the noodles, even the spinach, but not the onion? It drives me crazy.

Well. He's not fooling me. I did make lasagne and I did enjoy using all the new features, but not like I'm going to make it a habit. I don't think I need to worry about making another meal until summer.

Sandwiches anyone?