Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

“Discrete” means separate.
“Discreet” means quietly.

If you do something discretely, you do it one at a time. Unconnectedly. Apart.
If you do something discreetly, you do it unobtrusively. Circumspectly. Silently.

I don’t think I have seen ANYONE use the proper spelling for “discreet” in the last 4 years. Did they stop teaching vocabulary and spelling in schools? I’ve even seen posters on a forum dedicated to college professors consistently spell it “discrete.” Oy.

Along those lines, go to http://www.freerice.com/ and see how high you can get. I got as high as 47, which probably means that I should quit reading the OED for fun.

Rules for living with a puppy:

#57: If the rug feels wet, it probably is.
#58: The more expensive the rug, the more likelihood that it’s been peed on.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t roam around whilst he tinkled, leaving an 8 foot long trail of dribble in his wake.

Maybe I’ll be Michael Jackson this Halloween.

This is so damned good. Riffing off a recipe from Houston’s restaurant:

Couscous:
1 cup chicken broth
3/4 cup couscous
1/4 cup chopped carrots
1/4 cup chopped radishes
1/4 cup chopped green onion
couple springs chopped parsley
6 cherry tomatoes, chopped in eighths
1/4 cup golden raisins
1/4 cup chopped roasted salted peanuts

Dressing:
2 Tablespoons olive oil
1 clove garlic-minced
1 Tablespoon honey
2 Tablespoons lemon juice
salt to taste

Boil 1 cup chicken broth with 1 tablespoon olive oil. Add 3/4 cup couscous and remove from heat, covered. After 5 minutes fluff with a fork. Add carrots, parsley, radish, green onion, peanuts, tomatoes, and golden raisins. Toss with dressing.

Even better the next day when the flavors mingle.

Things that will make me stop eating hummus:

5) When the dog pukes on the couch and I have to clean it up. What remarkably similar substances.

Ordered new recliners yesterday, woo!

Today, when I went to class, I sat down in my seat and pulled out my notebook and put it on the desk in front of me. Looked down. Realized it was a My Little Pony coloring book.

The kids have been in my backpack, apparently.

Hub said I should have offered the explanation, “Graduate work.” There were crayons in there, too.

My neighbors just cut my favorite tree down. It turned the most amazing colors in the fall. It had just started to lose its deep green.

You’d never guess who they hired to do it. Too bad that flyer campaign works.

It’s been a while since we found a recluse in the house. I went to wash out my glass in the kitchen sink and got a rude awakening.