I think people should use Valentine’s day to get their heart checked out. I know, it’s been said before, but really, you can’t be in love if you’re dead.
Today the girlie is sick. Bad fever and a bad cough. She’s running around 102.
I’m making this recipe of bubble enchiladas tonight. I added stuff though. Like spices. And onions, bell peppers, black beans and chopped olives. Oh, and I took out the tomato sauce. And I made it with ground beef because, well, I had it. It’s baking right now. Hoping it turns out. I also totally ignored the listed measurements and eyeballed it. Smells good anyhow. First time I make a recipe I usually make an effort to follow it. But I couldn’t resist making a few alterations.
I didn’t see the Grammy’s, but I am a fan of Adele and was glad to see she did well. I did, this a.m., see a small outtake of her interview on 60 Minutes. I adore her accent. And I adore her attitude. OMG. Andersen Cooper asked her about if she felt pressured to look thinner like other pop stars. She said, oh no. I like to listen to them, but I don’t watch their videos. Who wants to look like a singing slut? (or something to that effect, but I’m fairly certain she used the word slut.) She’s clearly outspoken. I wish I’d seen the whole interview.
I did something in Blood Winter. It . . . startled me. I’m not sure what will happen as a result. I’m not sure readers won’t kill me if I leave it as is.
Wandering off to check dinner now.