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Food pr0n.

Oh. My. God, Betsy.

Pumpkin Spice Cream Cheese Spread

I am physical pain right now, because I want to make this - Right. Now. I’ll have to be satisfied with making it Saturday morning. Pics may follow, but I am quite the lowly, amateur photographer-type wannabe, and haven’t gotten the hang of snapping good photos of food.

Today was, well, sufficient. I went to work, had a decent day, came home, did a bit of cleaning, made supper (hah!), and sat down with my beloved Mister to watch last night’s episode of the Sarah Connor Chronicles.

Yes. Sufficient, indeed.

(Pardon me while I go shut the back door. It would seem, no matter how nice of a neighborhood one resides in, that there will always be the unmentionables who can’t touch the gas pedal without the thudding, ridiculous boom of music that no one else wishes to hear. My kingdom for a intelligence tax. [which I would go broke paying, as well.])

Handbag Planet, etc.

Nifty contest! 24 handbags to be given away in 24 hours, to celebrate their opening. Enter here!

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Oi, am I full. As money hasn’t been falling from the sky in 10K packs, I’ve decided to feed the freezer. A few nights ago, we made a metric ton (not literally) of spaghetti, hence the full feeling. I am one of the pathetically weird who don’t like onions or bell peppers, so we liven up our spaghetti sauce with things like black olives, mushrooms and pepperoni (and spices).

Mister likes the sauce rather chunky, like chili, and will eat it without the pasta. My carb-loving self loves a lot of noodles, unfortunately. We’re an odd version of Mr. & Mrs. Jack Sprat, methinks.

I’m off to watch the DVR’d episodes of Fringe, Sanctuary, Chuck and The Mentalist. w00t!