How can you have your pudding

If you don't eat your brussels sprouts.
Ideally, these would have been fried or baked. But I was impatient and just wanted food. So I boiled the sprouts while I was frying four strips of bacon and a handful of diced onions. Then I did a quick melt with butter, black pepper, and one packet of this powdered lime stuff which packs a heck of a kick. Quick, simple, easy, and one of the most unhealthy ways to eat your vegetables ever. Oh, and a dash of smoke salt over the top of the sprouts.

Uncomfortable Progression

If needs be that you must murder your children, there are essentially two ways you can go about it.
You can agonize over each one, feeling the pain and the anguish afresh each time and taking an abysmally long time to finish the job.
Or you can grow an emotional carapace, perhaps pretend you're only sending them to visit friends; you grow hard and cold, at which point the process becomes easier and easier until you're ready to start killing the neighbor children.

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Those of you who have been paying attention likely suspect that I've been going through my library and removing elements which are no longer essential. (I still have about three and a half shelves of books to sort, but nowhere to put the books that get culled.)

What this means to you: Your big chance to pick up new stuff!
I've gone through my DVDs, my CDs, and my books. (Also, whatever of the toys/stuff I've managed to get sorted. Filler Bunny and some kaleidoscopes, for instance.) I've got a considerable portion of each waiting to be given a good home. *You* should come over, find something you like (or lots of somethings) and then make me an offer. I will be home all day Monday, Tuesday until five or six (with a luncheon engagement), Wednesday until six-thirty (at which point I have guests), and Thursday until four-thirty (at which point I have a final). If you can't make those times, and are desperate to have a garner, contact me.

What I'm not doing: Making a list of what I've got. Too way too much work. Mailing anything anywhere. I learned, too late in this process, that my need to reduce headaches is greater than my need to see that my things find a happy home.

If you have gifted me books, CDs, or DVDs, and you come over, you may find something familiar in the 'moving out' section. This does not mean I don't love you, nor does it mean that I didn't enjoy your gift. It means I enjoyed it and am trying to find somebody else to enjoy it next.