birthdays and weddings

At 7:30 last night, I took about an hour nap. At 8:30, I moved from the couch to the bed and went to sleep. Twelve hours later, I'm up. I can't remember the last time I slept that much, or the last time I went to sleep before the sun set for the day.

Happy birthday to Melynda, and congratulations to Warhol who is getting married today. Today sounds like a good day.

Edit! Melynda, did you know today is Sean Bean's birthday? He is 45, which is much older than you. I thought that would make you feel better.

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This weekend is about not leaving the house for anything I was supposed to be doing. The only exception being Hell Boy, which is excellent Saturday afternoon popcorn entertainment. The sidekick villains are much scarier than Rasputin, incidentally. The whole film is saturated with color, and was quite enjoyable. Ron Perlman is highly underrated, and needs to be cast in more films. Not as pretty boy as George Clooney and a much more believable bad ass, especially when big guns are involved.

Alan has been cooking since we got home, carmel,zing more than 5lbs of onions in the giant wok and creating a delicious beef stock. If I can stay awake for more than an hour at a stretch, I'll have some French Onion soup for dinner.

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Alan spent more than five hours cooking today, producing the onion soup and beef croquettes. My husband is sometimes a little mad. Who else would put a beautiful prime ribe eye steak in the food processor with bread crumbs and make a giant meatball? He portioned it out into croquettes, which were served with a garlic dill aoili. (Homemade aoili at that.)

It's amazing how much good the soup is with carmelized onions and some cognac. All this rich food only makes me want to go back to sleep. So so so incredibly good. I married well, that's for damn sure.

Now some delicious port, and bed time.