I mentioned on Twitter last week that I miss fountain sodas. I do! I miss a fountain Diet Coke with just a little bit of lemonade mixed in.
I miss going into my office and ordering Wednesday lunch from the Panera downstairs. (Don’t @ me Panera-haters it’s just a thing I do.)
Yesterday I bit into a barbecue potato chip and it made me miss Pigman’s Bar-B-Que on Croatan Highway, a place I could not go right now even if I wanted to drive 12 hours to do it, because nonresidents aren’t allowed on the Outer Banks.
I miss ordering a Marotta’s pizza and waiting for it over cocktails with my husband at Wine Spot.
I’m fine to keep staying home but I am nostalgic for…February.
Oof speaking of the Outer Banks there is a new (???) show on Netflix called Outer Banks and it is like if The O.C. and Dawson’s Creek had a very dumb baby. When will we as a society lose our taste for “teenagers” played by 28-year-olds? I have no problem with actors in their late 20s getting work but let’s at least hire some with zits, please.
On Sunday night we watched the series finale of Homeland (sorry, I know I’ve talked a lot about television lately but…literally what else is there) and it was extremely satisfying. The whole series is good, with the possible exceptions of season 4 and maybe 5? but if you’re looking for a show and haven’t seen it yet, I recommend it. You can go into it knowing that the ending won’t leave you saying WHAT THE HELL. Or maybe it will, but in a good way.
I am currently writing from the bistro table in our breakfast nook, which I used to do all the time when my big little dog was a puppy. For the last several months, we’ve had an ugly blue pen around this table to prevent the new puppy from chewing up the legs of the table and chairs, because tiny puppies are like beavers in that way. She seems much less inclined to do that now (she prefers to chew upholstery at the moment) so we’ve pushed the stupid pen out of the way and might even take it down the basement soon.
The reason we are in the kitchen is that I am trying to get the dogs to lie down and go to sleep in the same bed, on their own, without human intervention. This is one of those things, much like the puppy sleeping through the night, that seems as if it will never happen. All they want to do is jump on each other’s heads and play biteface.
Tuesdays are both-dogs-at-home days and I know people with children aren’t trying to hear this, but this means I just have to grit my teeth and get by until Wednesday when they both go to daycare. Someday they will both be grown up and they will sleep a lot of the day and play more reasonably but now the puppy is just constantly trying to poison or otherwise kill herself, and when she’s not doing that she’s annoying the older one (and me, always). And it’s easier now than it was a month ago. But I do not care for Tuesdays.
Last night I made andouille tacos based on this recipe. I used red pepper instead of potatoes b/c #quarantinepantry but they were great. This morning we had the leftover filling in an omelet. I will say, one of the great treats of us both being home is having a nice breakfast together sometimes. Most days are more or less like in Before Times with early calls and a piece of toast, but occasionally we manage something nicer.
Have you watched the alien videos? I know these are from some years ago now but one thing I really can’t handle in this particular time is an alien invasion. It would seem as though whoever it was stopped by to explore and noped out (wait til they find out what’s going on now!) but can they please wait until after the span of my natural life to start colonizing us? I have enough to deal with.